Brian Cranston woke up his father gone
He edged to the end of the bed and pondered
One day I'll be a drug dealer like an onda
an angry one, cancer ridden, petty
I'll adopt a little Jesse and prove I can do better
I'll take a trailor out to the desert and cook cool ice
Mess with the local crime set give myself a mofo alias
walk with my black hat tapped beef up the rep
Pep in the step trout face in my net
Avoid imposing that sympathy tax
instead fabricate chalky scooby snax
pumping the fiends and tweek demons
Brian Cranston counting the stacks
One day he'd have his Dad back
New mexican bald regulating martel
Keeping it all flowing smoothly for the cartel
It's cross hairs for all the bosses
He makes his escape cuts all his losses
Cut his friends, family, firey goatie
Pride, crime and chemo never fully free
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