He Died and I CRIED – no I swear that I did
Many tears down my face like a litle tiny kid
Warm and Wet they were like a facial from Wilmer
And I wished Robert was there so he’d say ROLL ‘EM! FILM HER!
But then I remembered that he was dead and that’s why I was crying
That’s why I was laid out on my bed, just there lying
Sometimes I lie, but only to protect people I love
But sometimes I lie bad, like OJ with that glove
And lyings not cool. I can be bad, a bit.
My lies must be kawashed so that I can be adequite
Once I was adequite, but not anymore
Now I’m crawling through needles on the Hyde bathroom floor
I was adequite in school! That’s what my teachers said!
What it said on my homework all covered in red
Others got other things, like good, and well done
But I was the best, my work the most excellent, I WON!
I asked Mom what it meant and she said, through her bruised lip,
“You did great little sweetpea! Cuz “A” is for ADEQUITE
I never got “A”s and neither did your lousy Pop.
We may be shit, but you’re going straight to the top!
You’re adequite. Baby, now SMILE and SELL IT!”
I said “Wow! Mommy! That’s cool! How do you spell it?”
So I’m gonna lament, and cry like wet cement,
And then sell jewlry on eBay so I can pay the rent,
BUT before I go I leave you with 1 final thought
BE ADEQUITE WITHIN YOU! It’s summthin’ can’t be bought!
BE ADEQUITE LIKE I WAS AND WILL BE IN TIME
As soon as I don’t anymore have to take it one day at a time…