The 400

Take 400
90
77... Resurvation

Smokes gas taxfree
Injuns land

A casino
Smoke shops
And a highway

Miles away from the city

Squanto it out there
That's what I call him

I'm told it's a woman
But it looks like a cartoon Squanto

Someone not from this time
He should be in a dirty hairy movie.

A broken tooth throbs
Damn barometer.

Taxes paid on a property that
should be flattened
and sold for land value.

Stupid uncle sam
Squeezing blood from
A stone

Never really
Know where it will
All come from


How the hell have I survived
For so long




but knowing I can just
Go to the world
The roAd anytime
I need to.