SNOT BOOGIE


I lie here on this ghetto street, no life left in these eyes

Where is the justice? In defeat, my soul lifts to the skies.

I grabbed the pot of gold, and ran. It did me no damned good.

But if they let me play again, then grab the pot I would.

See, this here is America; they had to let me play.

Who was this off brand sack of shit that took my life away?

He knew that I would grab the pot- I did it every time.

I didn?t think that I?d get shot, not spend a single dime.

In Baltimore, the streets are hot; the hearts are cold as ice.

And I could never find a job, I didn?t look that nice.

I didn?t finish school; my mama didn?t have a plan.

Just told me to go out and bring some money in, young man.

She cleaned a lot of houses in the county in her day.

But now she?s old and crippled, still there?s bills she gotta pay.

I tried collecting metal, but the bums chased me away.

So how else could I settle? Robbing crap games was the way.

Sometimes they whipped my ass- I always took it like a man.

Sometimes I got away- that?s when it was the perfect plan.

My ma was always grateful for the cash placed in her hand.

That Friday night was fateful, she will never understand.

I played a game; sometimes I won, ?til finally I got got!

Thanks to Jim McNulty, everyone knows who shot Snot.





Medeva

01/16/2005