I flipped my dads game around instead of the cops I think the stars are watching me They got me Dancing by myself instead of constantly watching out the window, watching all these cars passing got so exhausting sitting in the Dark all Alone My family just ignoring like I deserved my child hood Trauma its like they thought something about me without ever asking me what happened after the bomb my dad had how many times I had to stop him going after the Berkmans the sawed of shot gun I stole just so he wouldn't shoot up a town i hid it by the tracks because I knew who was watching the Richmond in Sorento gotta secret coded in the towns people some are on drugs acting like they dont know about the shadows I seen them on the roofs at the Hancocks rumors of the Marshall family come to mind but not the slim shady vision all these attacks on all these religions all these thoughts in my head got me thinking about the Las Vegas sniper I crawl inside his mind i see a good person but Nobody would listen I see the mystery in the Hicks going after Muslims over a parking spot No hate crimes in his mind but I remember the parking issue out at Ripson Bridge i here the baby's crying last time I was on shrooms walking with my friends but I never mentioned like the time at my dads house threatening to but Kels in a water bed like a nightmare on Elm Street instantly I knew shes the one id eventually put kids in just to set a mouse trap like i had tunnel vision just to make it 2 the Big picture ER'BODY has a good heart somewhere deep inside but I had to leave that fire ball in Sorento taking shots of Titos as im writing these lyrics down just to get some extra confidence but Im The Lion King I see everything on the side of the Mason steps like a chestnut a Cruthis and a Compton like its a cool thing acting like your Michael when you got the cops in Highland asking all you People need to ask yourself are you a good person dropping bodies off ol Ripson yall learned it from your ancestors doing satanic rituals for real for real Got all your signatures on a drawing by Pearl Cruthis I found her Soul in a kitchen asking for forgiveness on a Lottery Winning ticket I got Jamie's vision in the long run you ain't gotta be sorry if your a really Great Person but ask your husband Why My sister really ran away i cant seem to reach the Ghost at this time maybe I need a booth to do a thirteenth ghost ritual and call on Cyrus griffin but have a tech nine waiting justin case hes a fake Christian 2 I see those 2 brothers on the side of the mason building ones a murderer from Italy the others under his power All you Bullies cant hide your TRUE Colors thinking and knowing there's something going on in this old town with the sheriff's Who's Larry Jenkins i know about the Jenson Trust funds I know alot more i just wanna give people a Chance Blame it on your ancestors and the damn miners But we all know about supporting your local sheriff's will bring the Gunfighters out but who's the man without a gun Was it A Cruthis or was it A Quaid book written in an old Red Brick Church House owned by Edward Bowers his book. "Ah. The Bowers family. You’ve come at a turning point, miss. E.D. was a good man, built up a lot of the early commerce here when the coal shaft first opened. But the bloodline... well, Sorento couldn't hold them." "What happened to them?" Taylor asked, leaning closer to the counter. "It’s the fever and the call of the West," the clerk sighed, pointing his pen at a series of dates. "Two of the youngest boys passed in the winter of '98 when the influenza swept through Bond County. E.D. himself grew disillusioned with the mining industry. He saw the strikes coming, saw the coal starting to choke the life out of the prairie. Just a few months back, his remaining daughters married and moved up toward Chicago. The eldest son, Charles, packed up a wagon and took the train straight out to Oklahoma when the land rushes opened up." The TRUE STORIES ALWAYS COME BACK FROM HILLS KITCHEN
