Welcome to the hemisphere
twenty bullets will take your cell phone
black twisted licorice as far as the eye can see
triple K brothers and sisters sit where they want
fuck where they want, and shit where they want
God bless each and every one.
“If you aint white you aint right,” comes the thunderous
Alabamian crowd tramping on the holiest bridge in the world.
“Aint nothin’ a good AR Fifteen can’t fix in seconds flat.”
The K boys don’t care about an Alabama minute or a dead boy
only took twenty bullets to drop his cell phone.