Cats, Dogs, & Rats

“Cats, Dogs, and Rats,” is the first track of the Rare Americans (Album)

The meaning of said song is about a person (symbolized as a cat) going to prison (Screw Loose Zoo) and being in a rival gang.

Lyrics
[Verse 1]

I thought my hands were making moves

But the lands and the grooves

Unequivocally prove the truth

How did I get so confused?

My path, totally askew

Tapped the karma bank til I overdrew

Could have been so much more shrew

With my moves and eschewed

The fast buck, the too good to be true

Thought I was just payin' dues

Next thing I know, interviewed

Now stuck in a life sentence queue

Raged up, caged up, in an screw loose zoo

And all l view is bad news crews

Face tattooed and gunnin' for you!

[Chorus]

Got lost, clowder, group of cats

Lost cause, louder, dogs in a pack

Yes boss, now sir, mischief of rats

Numbers matter, we’re all stats

[Post-Chorus]

Cats, dogs

Cats, dogs, and rats

Cats, dogs

Cats, dogs, and rats

[Verse 2]

(Just pining) Second chance at the life I blew

(Just whining) About the permanent concrete view

(Just lining) Up for the institution stew

My kid grew up, “no pops” tattoo

Weight, can’t pay back I O U

Daily praying, life was peek-a-boos

Story time with Winnie the Pooh

Right through to a big debut, for you

But I don’t know a thing about you

Nothing about you

Could be livin’ like your old man

Testin' the avenue

But I don’t have a fucking clue!

No, I don’t have a fucking clue!

[Chorus]

Got lost, clowder, group of cats

Lost cause, louder, dogs in a pack

Yes boss, now sir, mischief of rats

Numbers matter, we’re all stats

[Outro]

Cats, dogs

Cats, dogs, and rats

Cats, dogs

Cats, dogs, and rats

Cats, dogs

Cats, dogs, and rats