Credo I: Bagpipes over South Park*
You knew me only as that one thing in that one time
Did you know I did time and did you know on whose dime?
Cuz I paid the price
Things weren't right- they went ripe
Swallowed bile in the morning and took names every night
And maybe I wore the question mark, hoping you'd give a damn
When all you saw was a body who'd clean up, clear up
step up, then take the fall like a man
But fuck this town and its mechas and the bullets I've swallowed
And fuck the grave, up and down, in and out, as I've been allowed
Every resurrection, on and off, all these years
is nothing but a sick insurrection of my thoughts and my fears
If I have the balls to wear my briefs out like Clark Kent
my money in my mouth, and my brains on the pavement
Then why the hell is it so hard to wear my heart on my sleeve?
Oh wait- I know why, it's cuz whenever you leave
you might as well take my right hand with you,
rip it right fucking off
Now I'd rather spill blood for you than spill the feelings I've got
You say you swore the Hippocratic, say that you'll do no harm
but to me it's like the hypocritical oath that you've sworn
See, the problem is, man
I never killed no one who didn't fucking come back
And I hear how she lies, plies her trade on you about that attack
My whole life, I've been running from death, on the lam
but nothing killed me as much as letting you slip from my hands
Mother Nature's gunning for me- she's got postpartum depression
And what makes me distinct, makes me extinct in one long succession
So I know nothing will ever come between me and the truth
not being torn up, not when I have the proof
Just like the temperature, and your love, I know that I'm dropping
But before they hammer the final nail in my next coffin
I had to find a way to get this shit off my chest
and go back to hell or Detroit a whole new fucking mess
cuz I hope some part of you will remember and maybe give a damn
the next time someone asks you if you knew who I am
*My original inspiration for a teen Kenny McCormick was this idea of a young Eminem, a sort of white trash hero with a bad attitude and a good heart. Following this inspiration, I took to writing Eminem inspired raps to compliment Kenny's persona. When I take on a character I like to immerse myself in his mind no matter how alien it is to my own. While I was writing Ken, my friends would tell me I would switch in and out of his personality during parties like someone with multiple identity disorder. This pissed them off.
