1 2 thought tha grazz wuz greena on tha otha syde
oshen tyde
brushed up against tha same syde
on rough terrain
n my soul it rained
pha dayz
my wayz
led me n2 me
but out uv me
kame
shame
i tried 2 wash away phrom my earth
but u kan’t wash away
what happened yesterday
n my bored’m
i go with shem
and i just left a moon
that wanted my sunshyne 2 make ha’ phull n tha nyte
but i wuz n tha twilyte
uv my kuriousity
which killed this kat
out uv one luf
eight left 2 get it ryte
my syte
that iz n
i must begin
ova
i must think with tha head on my shoulda
bekuz on tha otha syde it iz much kolda
i have learned 2 wataa my grazz 2 keep it greena so i dont’ krossova
2 tha otha syde pha a whem
with shem