[00:14.026]Gather 'round, boys, girls and children
[00:18.748]I have a fable to read to you all
[00:22.150]Our story begins on a warm summer's day
[00:27.373]In a small tattered town, in a small tattered house
[00:33.616]Where a small cat resided
[00:37.814]Mainly in his bed
[00:40.011]A sad cat rendered cold and withered by the whispers of his past actions
[01:01.840]The cat lay alone in his tattered bed
[01:06.781]Wondering... and pondering... his lonesome thoughts
[01:14.165]They ask me, "Lausse
[01:15.117]Why you never step a Nike out your house?
[01:17.371]Why you always in the dark with lights but only at your snout?
[01:20.496]Why we only see your carcass at a party when you're lit?
[01:23.504]Or when you're out for rounds in town
[01:24.609]To scout yourself another bitch?"
[01:26.689]I said, I said "I don't see the point in gettin' dressed
[01:29.784]I don't even see the point in gettin' breakfast if I'm honest
[01:32.826]Some would say I fit the symptoms of depressed and alcoholic
[01:35.825]But a smile's upon my face when I'm in bed and writin' sonnets
[01:38.932]Maybe I'm just not the problem, but the world I walk upon
[01:41.895]Where I live, the sun don't shine, or very little to my knowledge
[01:45.226]All I see is battered people on the powder gettin' on it
[01:48.203]Seems we live for fun but when it's done
[01:49.869]We live for battered sausage
[01:51.321]I don't wanna make my money doin' nothin' in an office
[01:54.368]I don't wanna spend my money on a coffee or a bonnet
[01:57.426]With a godly brand upon it
[01:58.881]I ain't assed for livin' right
[02:00.597]Get degrees and spend my life with what I've made from nine to five"
[02:05.076]The cat decided to take a stroll through his local park
[02:11.002]He likes that park (that's a very nice park)
[02:14.566]And as he sat down on his favorite bench
[02:18.321]A small girl in a blue dress came up to
[02:21.764]Him and asked, "Why do you look so sad?"
[02:27.854]The cat answered
[02:29.245]Motor City, half-assed with the lights
[02:31.426]Heavy hand with the pint glass and dance in the night
[02:34.270]After half-past three when our time starts
[02:36.747]Bark in a bystander tone with a fight and a scratch card
[02:41.177]Life in Motor City ain't much
[02:43.009]Grey skies lie here, and a couple Mecca Bingoes
[02:46.405]Bin-ridden streets full of sin-ridden teens
[02:48.814]With some dim-litten lights while the kitten doth feel low
[02:52.924]Bystanders try pass the time
[02:54.749]With a pint in their hand and some lines and a fiver
[02:58.009]See more than four times a day the demise of a soul
[03:01.183]Asking wide-eyed for change or a lighter
[03:04.622]Life in this mess makes a heart numb
[03:06.678]I ventured a quest to inspect why my heart's wrong
[03:09.542]Backpack my way through the thrills of a young man
[03:12.406]And fast foward with time and it seems that my heart's gone