in_her_music_box unhinged she had a bad dream in the back seat the same one as yesterday the same one as last week surrounded by her favorite favorites elmo, barbie, her purple baby blanket and that little matchbox looks just like dad's car it's fast on the leather pretends it's nascar it jumps over elmo cause it can fly that far with daddy in the front seat fronting like a rap star and girl oh girl daddy's the greatest he knows the words to everything on the radio playlist he fakes the accent, even makes all the faces and when he raises his voice it makes her feel like he's famous yeah, papa got his lean on a mean one weaving down lake street trying to get his scene on stop in the whip to say something out the window bobbing his head to the beat on the radio good daddy won't smoke no weed until the bass cradles her back to sleep then he can stake his mack while she takes a nap to the sweet pretty sounds of the gangster rap sshhh the high hats are angels voices they keep her distracted from the strangest faces escape is a paradox because her childhood is locked in that music box daddys drive around mommys work night shift sweet dreams sleep little precious lay down in that music box escape in the sound of that music box (2x) yeah daddy knows people he's important the guy with the suit and tie they see at the court and it seems like he ain't trying to talk to police but at the car wash they treat him like the star that she sees they like papa's big wheels and the lollipop she gets makes her feel like a big deal not allowed to have it gotta sit still like the toy she knows is gonna come with the kids meal she loves drive thru food health conscience daddy buys her the juice a little sip of soda builds the pride go ahead baby girl don't spill those fries nu uh papa can't roll a messy office compulsive in the way she lay them napkins all across the seat never puts her feet up on the upholstery just kicks them side to side to the beat on the radio she sings along like dad does she knows all the words but she leaves out the bad ones except bitch, she always sings the word bitch cause it makes her daddy laugh its her magic trick and when daddy picks mommy up they fight they fight about money they fight about life so she concentrates oh so hard on the music and loses herself inside of the bass and the movement daddys drive around mommys work night shift sweet dreams sleep little precious lay down in that music box escape in the sound of that music box (2x) turn that buick off atmosphere ( urban_bodhisattva ) 080626 what's it to you? who go blather from