Yeah the rain come. I said hey buddy,. Buddy the streets are a snake and skin. I belong. Out there walkin'. Nobody's stoppin' to bother me. They hide.
What makes a kettle whistle?. What makes gold precious?. How come some people, they'll show you everything?. How come some people, they don't like nothing at all?.
I chip away. Cause I'm not OK. So I. I chip away. Poked a hole right into myself. And inside I found someone. Who said I was O.K.. Still I don't feel easy.
All the people I know want to be left alone. Some people!. I don't know?. They want to leave you alone. You gotta be just, be just like them. Biggest gang I know they call the government.