A Jury

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Dan's a jury
Hittin' with his hand
Two coins on his eyes
Like money signs
Dirt and honey
On his knees
Hopes to never have to
Live the dream

What am I even talking about?

Take it from me
A man of my position
Ill slated advice
Working for the misses
But in a dream land
Full of rocks and dishes
I am no kind of person
To be redeemed

What am I even talking about?
Does it matter anyhow?

Met you under lights
Big encapsulating mine
I'd lose my spot if I concentrate right
A shuffle in practice
A tango in scene
Excuse my manners if I lose the beat

What am I even talking about?
Does it matter anyhow?
I'll be real for a dollar or more
I say hello you show me the door

Dan's a jury
Gavel in his hand
This look is priceless
He can't understand me
I'm shouting please
In annoying trance
Boom goes the whole place
Singing en masse

What am I even talking about?
Does it matter anyhow?
I can't afford another word
I can't afford another