It ain't a movie
and it's not a joke.
your accounts been frozen
sorry, now you're broke.
Nowhere to run.
Credit cards are maxxed.
Boss don't need none
blame Equifax.
Another deer in the headlights
at the scene of a crime.
Hangin judge handin' out quads, nickels, and dimes.
Face features flashed on the T.V. shows.
American is wanted,
it's time to go.
You find you're payin
more and more for less..
Bought yourself a new name
and a shadow address.
Caught by the short hairs.
They're cuttin you no deals.
Shoe leather lookin like full course meals.
And you're stuck like Chuck,
in a big ole rut.
Mister Blackball,
The man, he one tough nut.
Tell me all about it.
The fit has hit the shan.
Tonight, we'll fight,
today's got other plans.
His lawyers put your sweetheart's momma
on the lam.
His little baby brother
juked Jimmy Jam.
He right there pickin'
and a grinnin'
and a winnin'
and a spinnin'
them webs
as you fall.
Damn that man,
Mister Blackball...
Buddy Bee Anthony
Re-edited 01/05/2023 @ 11:03 PM Pacific Standard Time
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