You've got your hair permed. You've got your red dress on, Screamin' that second gear was such a turn on. And the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning here, And you'll be gone before too long. Who taught you those new tricks?Damn I shouldn't start that talk, but life is one big question when your starin at the clock. And the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom, so I'll take that walk.

Focusing on this small man's small voice is a step backward in dissolving racial barriers and conflicts. We hit the snooze in the morning; we cringe when the sirens fly by; we likewise choose the media we take in. I dont listen to racist shock jocks; I dont listen to rap. This country will be focused on racism as long as it loves to hear about it. Do me a kindness, turn it down?