In the opening scene the coastguard gives chase...
I used to be one of these sailors and the mission viewed is a disgrace,
people floating for their lives,
41 footer pickup starboard side,
all floating to freedom using cocaine to rest the souls of the little ones hides,
no fault of their own just trying to survive...
the true animals are the addicts,
doing it just to get high,
all about the skrilla' and paper carries lies,
look at a dollar bill and count... one, two, three eyes... ah ahh ahhh,
seeds of sesame carried by bats... bloody burger and flies,
but to kill the fly is not wise,
picking our sh@t up removes the beetle-juice nursery rhymes,
no place to breed the maggots will hide, false fur recede...
showing their true hairlines,
dropping more points than all the blacked-out airlines,
time for the greyhounds to shine...
chasing a rabbit at the end of a line,
follow the course its plotted and defined