Star 6 Lyrics - Singles - Scapegoat Wax

This is for the children, this is for the streets 

This is for those cigarettes 

That keep you coughing in your sleep 

Let me go on 

I had a vision, it took place right here on the curb 

(Had a vision) 

Everyone listen, I have to let this here be heard 

(Everyone listen) 

It was a little boy all dressed up in orange 

(All dressed up in orange) 

It looked like he ain't been washed 

Since that boy been born 

Now fifteen feet apart 

He's staring right in my eye 

I didn't know what to say 

I damn near wanted to cry 

He said, "Who do you think you are 

To judge on the way I look? 

I want you to know I'm ten years old 

And I'm a motherfuckin' NorCal crook" 

(Hey) 

Here was the mission 

Just make sure that I could eat 

Anything after that 

I'm a just consider a treat 

But I'll be standing here 

Until these building bricks come down 

We can keep rocking y'all 

Until the cops start firin' rounds 

This is for the children 

This is for the streets 

This is for those cigarettes 

That keep you coughing in your sleep 

This is for those county checks 

That keep you fed when you can't eat 

This is for those people 

That try to knock you off your feet 

Let me go on 

I'm Marty James, I come from Chico, CA. 

I'm a Leo, I enjoy long walks by the bay 

My other interests are pornographic sex 

And snapping mic. necks and Duran Duran's The Reflex 

My intellect is just based on the beat 

I can be Ben Stein or I can be like Screech 

It's up to you to what you want to see 

You could look deep or glance right over me 

I'll still sleep but when the morning comes 

I'll still root for the fish, I'll still root for the Mets 

I still fart when I piss. I still rock this shit if I lost the gig 

If you're interested in me, you can press star 6