We ruled the streets; Chucks loose on our feet.
Hidin’ Beastie Boys under our toys
while the Moms
worked double shifts.
Our see you soon Daddies could give a sh/t.
We grew up in the late nights; watchin’ street fights.
Passin’ Cisco thru the window
of that f/cked up
And that boy’s stereo would bump us thunderstruck.
We told such big lies; side eyed the pretty guy.
Was it Fuzzy Navel or Colt 45
that got me to show him
Maybe just all that lust in those dark brown eyes.