My Machete

Oh what a shame...    they confiscated my machete.
I was up in arms until the law took my weapon from me.

You'll never know that I love you...
that's why I stole away your plans
and I left you...   with just a crackpot...
(to remind you of who i am.)

In my house all alone with the boarded up window.
I do not plan to be here by the time that I am thirty.
So here it is...  my rhythm is my legacy.
And the sound that you are hearing is everything that shall remain of me.