Crossing The Line by Barry Williams

The Lord has a day of rest.

Noisy car stuck in the mud yo.

Maybe take a quick glance down the alley.

Buddy wanted waters less muddy.

Buddy was blunt as a backwards axe Swung in the wrong damn way.

The Lord hates a coward Like the coward hates herself.

Perhaps you sucked a little too much.

He’d nearly walk by you But out the corner of his eye He’d turn purposely toward you Which made you wonder why He did.

Open up your door.

The heat came from somewhere He did not know where.

You help a brother out.

Shame on you for thinking you Could kick cancer’s ass You’re waay low class.

Rumbling on the horizon.