Gave my friend the “bro-treatment” this week. Every week he seems to post a rant about people being rude to him. Friends, old people, cops…. He’s been getting this treatment his whole life because of his handicap, but now he seems to have a particularly short fuse for people.
Maybe I didn’t notice this before since I’ve only known him for a short time, but his vocal-ness seems to have started about the time marijuana became legal in the state he lived in. You see, he was born with birth defects of the back where doctors didn’t think he would be able to walk. In his teenage years, he found that cannabis (illegal at the time) helped his conditions.
Everyone that smoked weed before it was legal knew it was best to “stay under the radar” in society from the cops and also the loose-lips of the public to avoid scrutiny that could lead to going to jail. Now that it is legal, more cannabis users have realized they don’t have to bite-their-tongues as before.
I decided to use Suno.com to create a song about the “New Chris.” Hopefully, he will understand that this some bro-love, that he might want to just realize people are assholes in general and should be ignored, and/or that he should post this song below after all his future rants:
“Chris Williams Don’t Give A Fuck (Tour)”
Verse 1: The Cop’s Shadow
Sirens screamed, blue lights in the dark
Chris kept his stash low, the fear left its mark
But now the chains are broken, he walks in the sun
Rolling up a joint, his war with the law is done
Chorus:
Now he roams the streets, no cuffs on his wrists
Smoke in the air, raising up his fist
Chris Williams don’t give a fuck, it’s a new day’s dawn
Blazing trails of freedom, while the old world is gone
Verse 2: Against the Critics
They used to preach, call it a crime
“You’re just a burnout, you’re wasting your time “
But Chris stands tall, no shame in his stride
Their voices faded, like smoke to the sky
Chorus:
Now he roams the streets, no cuffs on his wrists
Smoke in the air, raising up his fist
Chris Williams don’t give a fuck, it’s a new day’s dawn
Blazing trails of freedom, while the old world is gone
Bridge:
No more whispers, no more lies
No more hiding in disguise
Let the smoke rise to the sky
This is our time, this is our fight
Verse 3: Gossipers Burn
Rumors spread like fire through the town
But Chris breathes deep, lets the ashes rain down
He’s past the shadows, beyond their spite
With every hit, he sets the night alight
Chorus:
Now he roams the streets, no cuffs on his wrists
Smoke in the air, raising up his fist
Chris Williams don’t give a fuck, it’s a new day’s dawn
Blazing trails of freedom, while the old world is gone
Outro:
Blaze the path, burn down the block
Chris Williams does not give a fuck
The world has changed, the fire’s lit
A new era born, and he don’t give a shit.
