Birdsong

Came in Birdsong's dice game early, thinkin'
And grabbed the motherfuckin' hand like Kunstler v Dershowitz
Injected from the vehicle
Spit a sixteen or two in mid-air, satanic verses
Little rattle in your head like small caliber lead
What you get, rushin' to the grave say "cut"
"Cut into the leg", say what?
Then, him in the face
Said it's a flood on the way, dried blood on the bullpen cage
Daddy loved his slave, curl the lip, heavy eyes just the same
First time he saw the word nigga in a book, how it danced on the page
Back in the days, when the family didn't say, how you knew it was AIDS
Came to the back gate late, I'ma need that barricade
Contra spray gun held by the waist
I didn't come by just to say hey (don't flatter yourself)
Busta Rhymes on the A-train, countin' down the last days

Oh, and do you have any spare change?
Do you have any spare change?
Do you have any spare change?
Do you have any spare change?
Do you have any spare change?

He told 'em they could be God
He told 'em they could be God
He told 'em they could be God
He told 'em they could be God
He told 'em they could be God

Just dial "H" for heartbreak
Just dial "H" for heartbreak
Just dial "H" for heartbreak
Just dial "H" for heartbreak

Yeah but, but it, but the relationship
If you don't have a dream, fake it
But the relationship you can't fake it really
You got to fake it
Because we don't have dreams these days
How the hell can you have a dream, for what?
So, so everybody's jiving, well let's jive on that level
If I love you, I can't lie to you
Course you can lie to me and you will
If you love me and you goin' off with Maddie someplace
You're lying to me
'Cause what the hell do I care about the truth?
I care if you're there, like Billie Holiday say, "Hush now, don't explain"
Alright, I accept that, alright, I accept that
Of course, of course you'll lie to me
'Cause I don't even wanna, of what, what does the truth matter?
And why you gon' be truthful with me when you lie to everybody else
You lied when you smiled at that cracker down the job, right?
Lie to me, smile
Treat me the same way you would treat him
I can't treat you the way I treat him
You must, you must, because I've caught the
I've caught the frowns and the anger
He's happy with you
Of course he doesn't know you're unhappy
You grin at him all day long
You come home and I catch hell, because I love you
I get least of you
I get, I get the very minimum
And I'm sayin', you know, fake it with me

Just dial "H" for heartbreak
Just dial "H" for heartbreak
Just dial "H" for heartbreak
Just dial "H" for heartbreak