Darko
In the mall switching tags, peeling barcodes
Auntie Anne’s was the place to go then
I like my cherry Icee extra frozen
I got cinnamon sugar on my finger tips
Pick my booger and rub it on the bigger kids
Run to Champs, check out the Nike’s
They would catch up and wanna fight me
But I don’t like no confrontation
Gun in yah mouth, that’s amazing
Listening to Ghostface at the bus stop
Never heard of me like a fun cop
Chicken from the 50 cent blunt shop
I ripped all those posters off my wall
Girls say they like my southern draw
But I’m coming from the east coast
Butter and jelly on my wheat toast
Won 25 bucks shooting free throws
In 8th grade I was the man homie
Now I’ve gained weight and feel mad lonely
The rap game’s filled with lots of phonies
And I’m no exception
I struggle with depression
A career ending injury
I wanna get out the game and misery
All my heroes are dead and gone
So for them I write my songs
Listen all, boys and girls
Lizard people of the world
I’m a rock in a sea of pearls
You’re plastic, clean and shiny
I’ll tell yah what you can kiss my high-knee
Frank Zappa is the greatest
Frank Zappa is my favorite
Bill Hicks saved me from my sins
Michael Larsen’s still the king
Kurt Cobain’s heart was so pure
Dilla changed my life and much more
Thought I was James Dean for a day
Peace out as I drift away