"THE HOOK" Copyright 2004
July 9, 2020
When I was young and just a small fryer
I searched through the dirty waters of my hood and used to admire
The big fish with fancy rides, women on the side and teeth that shine like fire.
They wore the latest styles with do rags and timbs
They rolled in candy-painted whips with twenty-two inch rims
And, I said to myself, “I want to be like them”.
Popa was a rolling stone, he left us alone and he’s probably locked up state
Moma is praying, that she can keep paying, maximum bills with only a minimum wage
She is always saving, but I’m still craving for things she can’t put on...