40 years

I was born in the jungle
With the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air
I was born in a white hole and I can't believe the colors here today
Stalk on a circle
Well I've never been blessed with elephant's memory
Riding a red line nowhere
If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for
If it takes 40 years I'll put the money away
If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir
If it takes 40 years I'll walk the thunder and the rain
I was born in a good home
Where the rising cost of raising children
Was not a factor and you can't believe the things it does to me
I'm filled with the white noise
Well I never did much of anything anyway
Jump on a big train no where