It ain’t just the fact that white powder can kill ya
Or that a case of Jack Daniels does a body up poor;
It’s the fact that control completely eludes you
You ain’t just not driving, you got no license or car.
My daddy could bend cold steel with his bare hands
The lackeys stood wide-eyed, their chins on their shoes.
It wasn’t no Punch, wasn’t no Judy, it wasn’t bravado, he didn’t do it for show.
He just picked out the pipeline he knew he was good at
And when he surfed that channel, he went with the flow.
Some kiddos tag subways, some poets sing blues, some sell bonds to
Investors or turn snakes into boots.
It’s their pipeline they’re riding, a move they can schmooze
They don’t need no white rabbit; no one walks in their shoes.
Some do a little; some do a lot; some do what they have
Some do what they got. And there are some sunny days
When they can’t buy a wave, but they have fun, fun, fun,
‘Til the wagon takes them away.
It’s important to surf the urge to be second
It’d not enough to settle for third.
Wax your board and swim way out to the big ones
If you stay on the shore, you’ll never be heard.