Bulletproof

I see you goin round on your bike looking oh so pretty Bicycle helmet on your head protecting you from the city Because them dumb fucks be drivin like they just dont care Girl on a bike be makin a good target out there Me I dont bother wearing no stupid helmet and all My attitude is if its gonna be last call gonna be last call So I be drivin round like I got no care in the world Fuck the chaos and confusion around me swirled Matter of fact almost went down last week Sort of close call as a matter of speak But that stupid truck just went right through me Like I was some ghost floatin round in the city He stopped but I just kept goin on Cant be explaining why it didnt go wrong I just be laughin to myself about the situation Some things better left unsaid with no explanation Hate to be tellin you this girl but I think I got protection From all them fucks and any shit of their invention And that includes you and all you be throwin my way Call me bulletproof honey but I live another day

copyright 2011 by Joseph Louis Vega from the upcoming collection: Livin Like You Got Salvation