kids swagger up Bolton…jeans saggin’….hats cocked….makin’ Sharks-n-Jets look like nice boys…Cub Scouts of communities…

soon sun will fall and the trades begin, You sure you’re good Papi? No taste for nothin?, My head shakes no….respect….they give me….not asked twice….

and moonlight brings morons yellin’..howlin’…. fuck you’s at passers-by….loud speakers turnin’ out French Montana….bad sound effects and all….

it is the talk….the chatter….of wannabes and already are’s….those that deal and shake…and fake….while bein’ baked….

waitin’ on the sun to clear the deck…soon summer will come….soon….

then what’d we do?…..