This is for the children, this is for the streets This is for those cigarettes That keep you coughing in your sleep Let me go on
I had a vision, it took place right here on the curb (Had a vision) Everyone listen, I have to let this here be heard (Everyone listen)
It was a little boy all dressed up in orange (All dressed up in orange) It looked like he ain't been washed Since that boy been born
Now fifteen feet apart He's staring right in my eye I didn't know what to say I damn near wanted to cry
He said, 'Who do you think you are To judge on the way I look? I want you to know I'm ten years old And I'm a motherfuckin' NorCal crook' (Hey)
Here was the mission Just make sure that I could eat Anything after that I'm a just consider a treat
But I'll be standing here Until these building bricks come down We can keep rocking y'all Until the cops start firin' rounds
This is for the children This is for the streets This is for those cigarettes That keep you coughing in your sleep
This is for those county checks That keep you fed when you can't eat This is for those people That try to knock you off your feet Let me go on
I'm Marty James, I come from Chico, CA. I'm a Leo, I enjoy long walks by the bay My other interests are pornographic sex And snapping mic. necks and Duran Duran's The Reflex
My intellect is just based on the beat I can be Ben Stein or I can be like Screech It's up to you to what you want to see You could look deep or glance right over me
I'll still sleep but when the morning comes I'll still root for the fish, I'll still root for the Mets I still fart when I piss. I still rock this shit if I lost the gig If you're interested in me, you can press star 6