Mama told me there'd be days like this. But I ain't never ever think there'd be a day like this, naw. Not now, not ever and now until forever. You will never need another, nigga.
(Kool and The Gang's "Summer Madness" plays). . We've, got a message in the music.... And we, know exactly how to use it.... A message comin' from the soul....
In the ghetto, you think life is hard. Food stamps and to' up cars. Wall to wall dirty orange carpet. Sittin in a bucket, hopin you can start it. And ride around to the liquor store.