All the time when I look out my window I see a boy that is dead
I know he's not my son, but I call his momma instead
She comes shoutin with a really angry face
However I always I got a pimp ready in case she gets outta place.

Never worry how it's gonna wind up, cause I got it all figured out.
Gonna play this by ear, cause it's like those damn mad cow scares.
Jump in your impala - give me one more holla - and park that shit on the lawn
And since it's doubled parked, don't come yelling at me when that shit is jacked and gone.

Something got me feelin, for that new beginning, know I left it on my bed.
Like that homework that I printed out for English, and took science instead...
Got this life in a glass, covered like a bottled jar.
Walkin down the steps nearly broke my ass, guess I tripped pretty far.