Mulligan

Give me a 5 for a pack of sweet stress relief 
Im saving home and changing the game
as i am Pitt & Ed but neither will remain
Im ripped up and ready, laced up for pain.
Ready for war with red morphine hands
broken bones from being hit and hitting the same
seeing stars and pain, laying flat on my face
while Im Bloom in the air just waiting to land.
I give you, the beauty of the world, on the other side of these eyes
Welcome to the mind made up of broken ties
I want my Twix, for my perfect life.
Wells, take me away, with no DMC to save the day
a cell & padded room is where I'll stay.
On a rooftop with a spent Lincoln and an AK,
over my shoulder, a bedroom paint stain.