Don't let them tell you that your shit isn't brown.
Listen to them long enough and you'll begin to drown.
And all the plastic-eyed 30-somethings trip to the mall,
Disposing of their incomes buying chunks of the wall.
You got to ask yourself the question is my shit not red.
Am I dying on the inside taking shots to the head?
They're going to get you, they'll get you. Its' already done.
Chalk it up to all the time you wasted having fun.
The youth knows the truth.
They're chomping at the bit until they wag a loose tooth.
The youth is not a lie.
If you never caught a rabbit then you ain't no friend of mine.
She asked her mamma, "Can I go run around?".
Her mamma said, "Sit right there and honey don't make a sound".
You've got to push that, and bake it, mock it with a T
And put it in the oven for baby and me.
You've got to ask yourself the question am I shit out of luck.
Am I a have or a have not and baby who gives a fuck?
You've got to dig that now on from the pain you feel inside.
A hundred million dollars when your soul up and dies