Shame - #chickasha #ninnekah

(calm normal voice)
Hippy Drug Dealer, my anger’s on fire,
Did you think I’d stand by
While you stoked that pyre?
That lazy grin and Pot smoke lies,
Took her heart and left mine to die.

**(anger building)**
Chuckle Head Chad from Lawton low,
Did you think I didn’t see your little show?
I see your face, do you see my pain,
Now for the rest of you Eskimo brothers,
You all share his shame.

Is there anyone in Chick-ah-shay who’s clean?
Who hasn’t crossed the line,
And tore apart my dreams,
Every whispered secret, every fragile night,
You’re in my shadow, hiding from the light.

Tire Changer nods, like it’s some cruel game,
Each confession cuts deeper, fanning the flames,
**(sarcastic voice)**
Homeless Man, Ah... once? Only once you say?
Just for a moment; like phucking a mangy stray?

**(hatred in the voice builds)**
Tommy the Methhead — keep your story tight,
You didn’t sleep? Was it standing upright?
In the street, on a park bench, easy to pretend,
But every day I see you, will it ever end?

**(rage in the voice is at it’s height)**
I’m rising like a storm, brewing up a rage,
Played her like you were all on Porn Hub’s stage,
I’ll track you down, every single last one of you
Crossing the line, how much lower must I mine?

**(calm sarcastic voice again)**
Is there anyone in Chick-ah-shay who’s clean?
You all crossed a line, destroyed all my dreams,
Every whispered secret, every fragile night,
You all hid in shadows, hiding from the light.

Now I stalk the streets, fueled by pain,
Turning over rocks, every name a stain,
Fire of my rage is burning through,
In this town of shame, I’ll get around to you.