yuppies, be guppin up my raps
like the puppies for the white people, and you know its all true,
hype, mediocre media, be dealing you a fake ass story
come again this is street poetry
Just you and a person called me, together, something called we
a call to be free, a free call for all, skate off the wall
fall down baby bruise, bad news, cuz now your favorite pair of scuffs got some shoes,
Singin the blues like the old man at the end of the street,
even he feels the beet, creepin up
seeping in,
through the creases of the doors, and light is pouring in to places
that used to be the spaces for the shadow,
the shadow, called upon the light, to shed love on the dark, the fire gave a spark
from the middle of his heart and thats where we take a motherfucking part
Just you and a person called me, together, something called we
a call to be free, a free call for all,
Kick your shoes off, cuz now you dropped the ball, and its all good
dont get your panties in a bunch, i got a hunch that the next week
is going to be a pain the ass,
but that was the same shit that i said the week after last,
Blast my worries out the window, cuz now i got a main hoe
rock steady, heart throb, little brother, big son,
run till the air in the chest richochets off the lungs,
gun wielding kid with a passion of the elders,
and i pass it on to you,
i pass it on to you
Just you and a person called me, together, something called we
Just you and a person called me, together, something called we
Just you and a person called me, together, something called we
