1998

Lyrics
Whitestone, Queens 1974 Father's talking shit, motherfucker slammed the door Hit the streets runnin' cannot take it any more? In the reins of the trains I cuddle on the floor On a park bench cold, sleeping here for free Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery Set yourself up from innocence to misery Oh if this is what you want Not the way of what they fucking say Hangin out with Sid yet again in the USA Sidney Sidney in the USA Lower east side 1976 Who's got the dope and who's turning tricks? Should I call a user all for a fix? Rippin' off some lady just to avoid from gettin' sick But your life moves slow and you got no where to go What the fuck happens to your soul when your low Is he comin' over? is he comin' home? Your mama's disappointed waiting by the phone Yeah!!! Hangin out with Sid yet again in the USA Sidney Sidney in the USA Same fuckin' shit 1998 Lifting bait, and motherfuckers that he hates Hit some fucking people by the Kennedy strait Who's got the bag gonna seal his fate? On a park bench cold, sleeping here for free Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery Set yourself up from innocence to misery Well this is what you want? Not the way they fucking say Hangin out with Sid yet again in the USA Sidney Sidney in the USA
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Credits
- Writers
- Howie Pyro
- Tim Timebomb