Song Description

story of a kid gone bad who ends up on the prison road crew

Lyrics

THE ORANGE MAN
music & lyrics by Chris Gantry, Brenda Enderson, Kate McCoy and Sam Cooper ©2009
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1. I lived a life of glitter, but it's not all glamour,
I pushed it to the limit and down came the hammer.
Runnin' with the bad boys, playin' with some bad toys,
Moved a little stash just to raise a little cash.
Did my thing, made my bling,
With the brothers and the white trash.

2. Daddy used to beat me up, Momma couldn't keep me home,
I used to roam the streets like a flea-bitten dog,
Had a girl on every corner who would fornicate,
And bring me all the money they could make and all the missy
I could take.

3. I pulled an all-nighter at the Golden Gopher,
Strippers and Aerosmith songs, I'm putting twenties in the
thongs.
Doin' a little biz with Southside Slim,
When the door bust open and the heat burst in,
A cop pointed at me, yelling "That's him!"

4. Handcuffs on, everything was getting' jammed,
It wasn't the first time the man wanted to put me in the slam,
They trumped up a warrant, found piece and a scale,
Judge said "You're a threat, go to jail, no bail!"

(chorus)
I'm the orange man,
See me strugglin' on the road side,
Pickin' up the garbage, sweatin' in the summertime,
The orange man,
C.O. with a shotgun, yellin' at me "Shut up!",
Makin' sure I don't run,
The orange man,
Took a plea for two fives, consecutive with a three stip,
Now I'm doin' hard time.
The orange man,
Thought I was street smart,
Ripped out my momma's heart,
Now it wasn't worth the crime.


5. Two times a week for forty five minutes,
My baby's momma stands in line and brings her for a visit.
Shorty's lookin' good and the time goes fast,
It get's hard, can't touch her through the bulletproof glass.

6. It's brain sex or no sex, ain't doin' it with my bunkie,
He's hard core a long time, used to be a junkie.
In this cell there's no mix, ain't into a quick fix,
I miss my T and A, I need some hay for my donkey.

(to chorus)

7. If I hadn't copped a plea, I'd be doin' eight and eight,
Now they pulled me out of county and they sent me to the state.
Social worker said "Kid, you better scare straight,
Or the rest of your life, you're gonna be makin' license plates."

8. Used to be the more I was pushed, I pushed back,
In the old days I was doin' it, I'd lay you out flat.,
No room for excuses, my deuce was just a wild
card,
Lookin' over my shoulder in the exercise yard.

9. But I got my G.E.D. and they taught me carpentry,
And I'll be out a week from Monday at a quarter to three.
Stayin' clean, keepin' cool, best as I can,
Cause orange ain't no color for a libertized man.

(to chorus--then ad lib vamp and fade)