I called you last night in the hotel; Everyone knows, but they won't tell. But their half-hearted smiles tell me something just ain't right. I've bee… - Kid Rock

The black cat is back, in original form,
The legible, credible, inevitable storm.
Way past the normal, still misbehaving,
Finger in the air and the flag still waving.
Don't come, don't test the boss
Because I got this sewn like Betsy Ross.
You can floss and front, you can taunt and tease,
But you can't fuck wit rhymes like these.

I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure;
I ain't straight outta Compton, I'm straight out the trailer.
Cuss like a sailor, drink like a Mick; my only words of wisdom are just <>.

It was 1989, my thoughts were short, my hair was long,
Caught somewhere between a boy and man.
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between.
It was summertime in Northern Michigan.