I could have been dead.
My nose swelled up to the size of my head.
The fucking gate, man, that shit was half lowered.
I did not see it, so I put my gear in forward.
And the lights that came,
Were like a flash of lightning in the pouring rain.
I got up to a stranger's stare.
I touched my finger to my nose to make sure it was still there.
I want the head of septa, to come to my house
And kiss the nose of me 'til it feels better.
I went. No, it didn't make sense.
Someone had tampered with the evidence.
So I called the cops, and filled out a report.
Oh mr. Big butt septa, I will see you in court