I'm from a village at the end of the blvd;where I learn to crawl & get right back up after I fall; best of all had wars; earned most of my scars; would be walking & had run ins with the law; learn to stay sharp; high like a hawk; scope out; keep an eye out for when shit pops off; & when it do foo you better know what to do; if its all a game homie i promise you dont want to lose; peddle away as fast as I could; tight grip; as I should to get away; if you were me homie you would do the same thing; thinking that soon my bike will fly to the moon; like e-t; no g-t. in my mongoose having handlebar dreams; handlebar dreams; all we had; doze off; send wishes to the universe; I hope the good vibes I send out hit reverse; I give a piece of me: peace of me in every verse; running from insanity it's elusive to run away when it lives inside of me.
Go on; peddle on; no matter where you ride; make sure you get there; fast or slow
can't worry what they say; cause they dont know;
that day by day I continue to roll.
It all hits the nerve; it's all so pure; infected with ambition I need no cure; Are you sure? Are you sure? Yes im sure; what the fuck; the fuck; I look like sir; I'm from the gutter; right next to the curb under the sidewalk i was running on to rest a sure no one talked & I remain clean as we kick up dirt; where shits bad but shit could get a lot worse, where sins a bitch & that bitch loves to flirt; where foos act hard but be so hurt; it will consume you homie & that's for sure; stay slick; stay elusive or your done so go ahead run; run; no matter where you run; that beat inside your chest is a dying drum.
go ahead run; run; no matter where you run; that beat inside your chest is a dying drum
Go on; run along; no matter where you go; make sure you get there; fast or slow