Today, my mother killed mennIf I'm alive by the time you find this, it's a miraclenWhat else can be said, a vision quest with infrarednI'm at a dead end, I bled slownFrom my chest, held my breath and did my mess and never let gonI lived a good life, I never had half-compromise a thingnAnd if I couldn't write, I'd think of other ways to optimize my livingnNo wife, no kids, no anchorsnHand over fist to withhold this info from the bankersnDon't know my neighbors, didn't take a village to raise menSmall-town mentality types thinkin I'm crazynI ain't as weird as they paint menOff color, I'm more gutter, punk, and ritzynMore glitz and glamour than othersnMotherfuckers left me lonely in this designated cornernHad a couple walls that build upon, they made me a performernNow shade me from the warmer weathernSave me from the slaughterhousenThat creeps between the pages where I try to hide my awful mouthnSpeak discretely to the sheets that seem to be hollownPunched a ladder full of holes, just for my swollen feet to follownSupport me all you want, don't let me drop a field of landnI'm not going to stop until God is my ceilin fannSpare the lamb, save me from my former-selfnThat creeps between the pages as the line across and locks my selfnNow this is my box, these are my wallsnThis is when time stops and I'm all that there ever wasnAnd I'm all there ever is and I'm all that there ever will benA freeze frame pine box soliloquy… Call me FRANCOISnn[Hook:]nCall Me Francois (call call call me francois)n(Call call call me francois)nnTake what you can; leave what you mustnBecause y'all comin with us, (motherfucker you comin with us)nnFill your bags with the rags that you wear and their necessitiesnAlong with the dog-tags and family recipesnRest in peace, if you arrest the pace, movin hastenGod-speed you black empress, get dressed, we're latenShe painted my head orange, carved my face with her tonguenEmptied out my insides and lit the candle behind my eyesnHad the strike of twelve to midnight, winter queennLeft with my life rival in a white limousinenWhen he made her dress twirl, it looked like a mushroom cloudnEverybody ducked down except for me, that's my destinynHe used a broken condom as a corsagenI watched him push the rusty pin through her prom dress into her heartnKill me already; fill me with confettinCrush me up and sprinkle me over their wedding and her pregnant bellynI wasn't ready to suppress these memories, undress the mam', O' ReesenForget the family, streamline the enemy, design the penaltynCruel and unusual, commit the felony, unfit for prison dutynNo man's an Island, except for Island man; he's a rock star!nNo man's an Island, except for Island man; he's a rock!