I went south instead. Costco's bullshit but I still shop there.

Anyway, some other day for that.

Don't Hit Nobody Don't Let Nobody Hit You Jo

That's what my exhusband always said to me when I left his house after picking the kids up.

So  that's the name of this verse.

 

Don't Hit Nobody Don't Let Nobody Hit You Jo

two little hoods - white boys

in a burgundy shitbox

heading south in

front of me

on 91

riding on your bumper

cause you're trying to do that to me

I see your windshield's full of cracks

bwa hits the brakes

big surprise there

i lay on my horn

like a semi automatic

i pull around

and he smirks

 

thoughts come to mind

I used to date a brother named Nate

He had an orange bmw 2002

astral twin of mine.

Accidents were his profession

he did jail time.

He's old enough to be those punk asses father

I sped up and they slunk into Dunkin Donuts to hide.

 

Don't Hit Nobody Don't Let Nobody Hit You Jo

Don't piss a pregnant woman off D.

 Rest In Peace Jeff Healey

The Light Jeff Healey

 

editor's note alt title: Ironic or Ignoring Intuition