Cassandra B. - Posse

It’s not a problem, it’s a wolf on your back

We had some vodka saw intelligent rap

It was a bald white guy with a mumu onstage

And you were throwing up

It was a slick horror flick on a Chinese set

In a basement apartment a block of Madison

Maybe I should have tried to adapt

And maybe I could be a little more careful

Instead of always throwing myself headfirst

Into unfortunate crap

Instead of always puling the same tricks

That never really worked the first time and don’t work now

I even lied some, I have to admit

Because I tried to convince you I was the type

That reads Willa Cather and shit like that

But the binding wasn’t cracked

You know I only bought that book for some stupid

Class I had to take, anyway