My Name Billy Crow
for all DEA men
Kick my bones
But listen
Whip me
Chain me
Cut my toes off
Force me swim fat oceans
Climb rocks snow or ice
Crawl on dead desserts
God mercy
Coalminer I was
My name Billy Crow
Born raised in War
West of Virginia
Appalachian Hills
Once I was a man
Now
Pain my middle name
Watch my curved back
Black knuckles
Coal digging joints
But listen my friend
Listen carefully
Look me in the eyes
I mean it
Look at me now
And hear me out
Do me a favor mr.
Shoot me
No more damn misery
Shoot me I beg
For those DEA boys
Locked my good doctor
away
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