On every door I already knocked There wasn't anybody that I didn't leave alone Somebody lying under every stone Everything that a man could need In a bag down by my
the pink slug under your welcome mat is a note that your coming into the door of the geometric elementary school principal's janitor's basement hiding place (my
And then I knocked hard on the door That old dark piece of wood She fell right in there on the floor And as she did a fire burst out on all sides I wondered
hid my sun, my truth heavier than imagined, a lid die-cast in lead on our lives we nourished and the days we cherished as kids we let them whizz on by
tree, listen, causing . . . oh, my! Well, let me write this down . . . sorta take a few notes here . . . yeah . . . ? To El Segundo, huh? Causing UNTOLD DESTRUCTION? (my baby, my
Got my ears upon her knees Got my tears up in her trees Slowly falling down Looming on the rise Got my human on the rise Meet my human on the
the rat cave to a room with a view My brother's B.G., and my band is Josh U And the stank whole rhythmic funk, plus my nuc' You can comprehend the verbal
make a roll Honey girl on her feet I wish everything to make her sweet Strike! Twice! OK so roll! From Harlem! Strike one! Harlem slum to penthouse block On every door
day Like cheating on test I failed to study for Having premarital sex and doubtedly a couple more In my late teens I was hot like the oven door Know my
the aerial police planes with radars Flyin over my home and charge into my backyard I ran far hurdled over a fence with broke wood Followed my footprints and my