I need Karma to open up her legs
One leg for the kegs of beers my peers down
The other for those that beg, but like eggs, don't break how they could
I need Karma to show why she's a bad bitch because she's an itch that needs to be picked
to stick it to 'em, to prick it through 'em
I want it to hurt
I need Karma to hold her haters by their necks
And let them gossip once more, as she squeezes tighter around their vocal cords
Gore galore, and some torn
I need Karma to be in full form
I need Karma to live her life likе they do:
shake the ground, and thе world;
shake it loud and proud
because it is not degrading
I need Karma to do her job
I don't believe she's a workhorse or goes harder than most
She's a softie
I need her to work as hard as they do in the front lines,
put as much fear in them as those who put food on their families' tables;
to provide the scare, wear and tare I think is only fair 'cause they couldn't care less
'Cause yes, some are providing for a good cause
And others promote the bad
I need Karma to be in my life, as some weren't to mine
I need Karma to shine even if I gotta be the first example
'Cause I can no longer say "I'll pray for you"
I need another method
I need Karma to do what others claim she does
And when Karma comes around,
either I welcome her in open arms
or I pretend I simply did not ask for it.