Stages, ages about seven I say kid The dress code of our parents looked awfully outrageous Not down on em, games and clownin When soul was at it's highest
How you doin' this morning, Miss Johnson? She's crouchin', snatchin' up the weeds from out her garden I beg your pardon, and catch you down at the pool
us to stay Now I've been shot at, beat the fuck down [?] I even cocked back (???) I'm from the ghetto, unemployed, dropped out at age eleven With a
zone Stages, ages about seven I say kid The dress code of our parents looked awfully outrageous Not down on em, games and clownin When soul was at it