WERTLESS


Born out of wedlock
A prodigal son
Half of his life
Spent behind bars
Prospecting patches
Too good for his back
Feds on his tail
And cops on his ass
Now don't get me wrong
The Brother was righteous
Yet a twist of fate
labeled him worthless
A poet, a writer
A son of a bitch
A bastard stretched
Way beyond his means
Ashes to ashes
From dusk until dawn
In this game called life
He was just a pawn