Plenty poisoned minds of the people are ours. Slaves, from mental death.
Your so bitter, like kitty litter.
My name ain't Keith, so could you lease stop Sweatin' me.
I like to make them wait, then I make them beg. And when I take off my clothes, then I form a third leg.
158 Lewis Avenue between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back durin days of hangin' on my bed-stuy block
To feed ten mouths, she had to call on Mr. Welfare.