where you going in that get up why you wearing those clothes why you showing those toes those feet ain't been done since the west was won just kidding with you can I have some fun you say I'm rude you not the one you not in the mood you say not today nor any other day damn we used to play when we was kids I know we grown but still I wish we could be that kind of happy again like playing with sticks breaking glass and throwing bricks omit the belt and the switch I love family I swear I do but when we're together I miss my crew amongst all the missing screws no one laughs I can't amuse all I hear is bad news stepping in pools of blood up the wazoo walking away in red shoes Lord knows I got regrets too so subliminal I regress to speak of these issues to you