What's my story like?
You don't really have to care
Cos all of the bona fides
Aren't here to make you feel scared
Every day and every night
You need to say a little prayer
Cos some rodents and some naughty mites
Bite you out of the invisible air
Lauryn sings "Respect is just a minimum..."
My brother switched for spurs and saddles
This lady who cover hers is around spreading bread & butter
No one actually sense that faint presentiment
I wish we had never met
No point to think and regret
I can't pull this memory outta my head
Can I turn back time and your big head?
In the darkness, we will stand
I miss me, you and our mights
What are you doing now, man?
Well, what is your story like?