Je suis tann de me faire juger. sur ma faon d'tre et de penser.. Et j'en ai assez de la hirarchie. des millieus loigns.. . Les petites gangs pis les potins,.
Oh father come to the window. Look over yonder lake. At the wondrous golden city. Beyond the icy wake. In my short life we've passed this way. Ten times or more.
Red running shoes with crumbling soles. Clashed with pink pearls 'round my love wanton soul. My body was attired in jute, jean and satin. I waited for Valentine.
My Mama drives a cab. For the Star Cab company. And when she's on a call. I'm in my own custody. . Don't throw the meter, mama. . She drives me into town.