Four blocks up and two streets down. I went back to my old hometown. Like a kid I ran and hid on cue. . For that's when times were really sad. Winter there was really bad.
Well, I don't tell jokes. And I don't take notes. And you been sayin' there ain't much hope. You got nothin' on me. . I got friends uptown. And they don't talk down.
This is your new thing now. Naked as a rose. Everything exposed. But not quite. This is your new thing now. Cards out on the table. A genius with no label.