Black Cat

The black cat firecracker snapped back baseball cappin'
Coca-cola sippin' on the suds wearing penny loafers.
His Sunday best ain’t good enough for the rest of the world.
Yet, he stands in line and waits on his turn.
The complex disconfigured man, unassociated, agitated with the careful
investigator taking notes.
He slowly tiptoes towards the door.
Watercolor sunset painted before his eyes.
The gateway has been opened, to the wonders of his mind.
He was a non-believer.
Now without a doubt.
He looks up at the clouds,
The chemical swirls fading in and out.
The peacekeeper drafted into war, with a loaded rifle.
Unaware of consequences correlating with his vision
Has gone to shit cause he had been programmed to believe a lie.
Yet, he stands there with his gun on the front line.
Blood red color sunset, painted before his eyes.
The veil has been lifted, as he watches his friends drop like flies.
He was a non-believer.
Now without a doubt
He looks down at his paws,
The guts he had smothered on the ground.
Yeah, yeah!
His family got the letter, a message, clear and true.
Their hero had fallen for the red, white, and blue.
He was a non-believer.
Now without a doubt.
His body lays six feet underground.
The black cat’s nine lives, they ran out.
Yeah, yeah!