Three shall be the number of the counting,
And the number of the counting shall be three.
Three shall be the number of the counting,
And the number of the counting shall be three.
She was a long white girl with long white girl hair
Five eleven in her heels and she liked my stare
I was a substitute troublemaker at her workplace
Where she helped dumb children so they’d get good grades
Mind you it was the nineties and I was in my twenties
And I had to save my pennies so that I could hit the jennies
Yeah my world was Mitsubishis with fiberglass wings
Purple neon ground effects…the finer things
I fired up my decks and I made a mixtape
Revved up my eclipse and took her out for a date
Before dawn the game was on, she stepped up to the bat
I said “damn, I didn’t know real girls were made like that.”
Three shall be the number of the counting,
And the number of the counting shall be three.
Three shall be the number of the counting,
And the number of the counting shall be three

Month after
Month
It went on I thought we were close
Then I got the call that fellas dread the most
Meet me at the park cause we need to talk
The Eclipse was on blocks so I had to walk
She said boy I have fun when I’m with you
And I know that you’re a pretty good man
You got a low self-opinion like Henry Rollins
I can’t carry someone that has these emotional problems
I was about to throw some chairs and act a disgrace
But then I stopped and said that’s how I got here in the first place.
DAMN,
(bitchin scat solo)
Three shall be the number of the counting,
And the number of the counting shall be three.
Three shall be the number of the counting,
And the number of the counting shall be three.

Now you can’t break a tie in a best of two
And you’ll never have peace if the lady that you love hates you
Fast forward five years and my life was not bitchin
Now married and ducking pots and pans in my kitchen
I love being a dad, my love for my kids is so strong
But being one just gave me something else to do wrong
I’d work all day, then I’d get home late
With my kids both screaming and my wife irate
Then I’d tuck my kids in and go to sleep alone
While my wife texted other men on an early flip phone
I’d finally had enough when she sold my drum set
She said “I never saw you play it.”
Well, I’ll play it yet.

Three shall be the number of the counting,
And the number of the counting shall be three.
Three shall be the number of the counting,
And the number of the counting shall be three.
In two thousand and seven something changed my game
Forever unlike all others a new woman came
To me in my weird little world
So paranoid and angry that I had to work to believe
What she told me
I said trust I must, and the time is now
It was a couple years later that I said my vows.

Will you tolerate all the shit that I do?
We might live for another fifty years
Can you make it all the way through?
I mean this woman is real and raw
She once removed kitchen cabinets with a chainsaw
She can light a campfire without a match
She can build a whole chimpanzee from scratch
She’s like a redneck woman with a PhD
She’s almost as crazy and a lot smarter than me
Best of all she loves my girls like they’re her own
When I shoot some hoops she doesn’t go through my phone
When she drinks too much, that’s when she drinks with me
And when she laughs too much, that’s when she laughs with me
And when she thinks too much, that’s when she thinks of me
And her loves comes with no strings, it’s free.
And that’s the end of my trilogy.
Me and Mari.