Plans For The Future

I'm plannin' a date with Uncle Sam

Can't wait for souls to damn

I'll prob'ly turn into a brutal man

Shootin' up the enemy in Afghanistan

But then again

I could always start a band

Singin' about my life, strife, and sand

Makin' easy money off my poetry

Livin' large like a Norwegian snow tree

Or I could got to college and do it right

No need to stress my throat or pick a fight

Become a psychologist and help a kid

Call CPS and tell 'em what the parents did

Of course,

I could always marry a rich chick

Become a drug dealer and take my pick

But that would be sick

I could off meself

But that wouldn't be very fun

I could get a cheap job

But that would suck

I could publish my life story

And that would be cool

Or even my poetry

Just sittin' back

Reelin' in cash

Or I could live with my mom

...Nah