She clocks in every day   to keep food on your plate   n' wastes her life away   much to her dismay   the real "tough guy" shit   your hands, on her lips   you burry your fingertips   between your   mistress hips...      i would choose to drown before i'd take your hand   and laugh aloud as you destroy your band   n' hours later.. crawl into bed with "un-suspecting wife"   she says, "honey would you please put the knife away?"   she begs, "it must have met, a thousand backs today"   does it make you think   does it make you wonder?      Let this remind you of simplistic things you said   Do you recall all the friends you left for dead?   I am a dying breed but I've been spared & left to breathe   To haunt you, n' de-throne you... de-nounce you