~~Can't Pour Piss out of a Boot

So you think you can tack a nail
With a poly-grass email
Running off a candlestick like Pearl
And winning 8-Worlds
You ain’t here in the mix
You ain’t flexin’ on the EK Nazi cliques
Wished you were Joe
But Hero ProRodeo was my blur
When I left a 9 flat out of Vale
A cold steel rail…
No more rodeo trails
Can’t you tell… Head's or Tail's?
When they got The Irish Pride motors
Needling my skin in jail
Do you think anyone can tell…
Heaven from hell from a tattoo or Brazil 
That’s only in the West young men
Go headstrong to a calf pen
So grab your ropes and strings
We ain’t afraid of
What "The Moment" brings
Just one clear headed damn breath
To reach a Brahma
They was sayin’ hey ya was the one
No institution could tame
Now I’m the claim to fame
Riding a Blue Bird out in flames
Kicking ass and taking names
In this Cowboy Poetry game
Putting Red Steagall and Waddie Mitchell to shame
They wanna talk
Big smack down game
About Tom Horn and Billy the Kid
Until some white cowboy 20x lid
Finished his 70-month
D.O.C. prison bid
Nobody wants to admit
Going to prison is Corrections
But that’s the handle for God’s sakes
Old Hippies couldn’t pour piss out of a boot
If you gave them the directions
Lot's of Laughs lol

"Wish You Were Here Pink"--- Floyd Inspiration…

elsa angelica ›
Nice rhyme...and the flow of words...wow