I try my hardest to stay away from the ruckus,
The fighting and the cussing
but yet someone always manages to blow my day.
See I’m walking downtown 9am onna Friday
Trying to get meal to start off my day.
I’m all checked out, I’m strutting
I usually carrier my sword with me
Aka my guitar.
Remember when I said trap all day, and play at night
Well The weekends are my time to shine
See I still play the blues & Motown grooves
On the weekends getting cash for the fam.
I make enough to bring back butter and jam
I sell a little weed when my mom needs to get out of jam.
See my dream right now is too bring the blues back
And Stop this disco movement in it tracks.
See I think it’s whack but to others it’s another reason why dark city is on the map
Every baller & high yellow mama loves the disco
Clubs play all day till the dew wets the grass
Go downtown on masley st.
And there are several clubs that brings that fever to your feet.
Well right now I’m walking on “bring it on”ave.
I see 4 men on way down
They had on those bright tight pants
The fro with the bandanna
A bunch of disco lovers
I spat on ground in disgust
It was a must, and they did the same
I’m know as the disco hater, so I’m hated by many
It’s ok these chumps can’t beat me anyway.