Drifting
Can I get some sexual chocolate up in here?
Damn that boy good
In the hood
Is where I stood
Back in the day
Oaktown East 14th
A white boy at 13
Had to adjust
And Learn to trust
Or choose to die
No lie
Times were hard
On my guard
In my yard
They’d drive by
Say hi
Shoot ‘Em up
A cold lie
Drifting
To the sky
Death on high