I was born to… (or Phil’s first rap)
By Phil Bilbrough
I was born to breathe your air, drive loud, gel hair
I was born to use the road, shove bikes, pull the load.
I was born to drive drunk, make hay, get out of my way
Make me curse give me know cross my heart let it go
My world, it owes, no plants no-doze
Feed dogs cats, shoot dogs rats, and fish the sea clean.
Blog slander, car meander, sexual gander
beat my dog ride my hog and live for me.
I pretend I’m in Dallas,destroy the old and build my palace.
I know the score, buy the law, get the result – for sure.
Suppress my name buy my time sell your train.
Watch my Lost my super 14 see phoenix and be my queen
I’m man-alone not natural just wild
No sweet bush air, or bird call silence fare.
Don’t tweet don’t connect, don’t XT and don’t report me
Deliver me praise me unto me
Screw being part of your society.
I’m entitled to it.