Rice St. Boy (RIP Bones)
Memories
Of you and me
Even though youon't know me, hey
Ahuh
Streets cracked and dusty, buildings look musty
They ain't smell bad, but looks are everything you must be
I ain't wanna show my face as if my eyes was crusty
Ain't give a fuck, shriveled up, had to preserve
Full life, rich life, didn't think I deserve
Livin' free but trapped like a Native reserve
Bones seemed free on Rice Street bet his feet hurt
Bet his back sore, bet his skin rough
Bet his dog was happy chillin' near his wheelbarrow
Livin' narrow
I bet his 'Nam stories full of harrow
Hobo or hero?
He did more for the hood broke than I did speakin' at universities
Don't interrupt, it's just the universe and me
Bickering like a couple of four years without a ring
Yeah it's all love, but will it be for real for real?
Will I win for real for real?
Should I sign a deal deal? Will they feel feel who I am?
Wasn't always nice to me
But a Rice Street boy it's nice to be, hey
Wasn't always nice to me
But a Rice Street boy it's nice to be, hey
Arlington was across the street from the crib
I went to school across town, nigga, I'm tryna live
I wanted more, Rice Street had nothing left to give
But it gave a lot to me that I have noticed since
For instance, don't judge in an instant
When smelly African boys are wearing mom's incense
And marching in the snow taught me I could go the distance
Just to get mom's phone cards for long distance
God insisted I learn persistence
'Cause no one on Rice Street was in position to give assistance
Except Bones' ass, always sweepin', always creakin'
Creepin', down sidewalks to find a niche to sleep in
I hope he passed sleepin', I hope he felt decent
I hope he met something that told him of his reason
I hope his dog got help before the winter season
Bones was everything that I believe in
(Not a homeless man, just a man without a home
Not a homeless man, just a man who's all alone, hey)
It wasn't always nice to me
But a Rice Street Boy it's nice to be, hey
(Not a homeless man, just a man who's all alone, hey)
Wasn't always, yeah
RIP Bones
Wasn't always nice to me
But a Rice Street Boy it's nice to be, hey
Of you and me
Even though youon't know me, hey
Ahuh
Streets cracked and dusty, buildings look musty
They ain't smell bad, but looks are everything you must be
I ain't wanna show my face as if my eyes was crusty
Ain't give a fuck, shriveled up, had to preserve
Full life, rich life, didn't think I deserve
Livin' free but trapped like a Native reserve
Bones seemed free on Rice Street bet his feet hurt
Bet his back sore, bet his skin rough
Bet his dog was happy chillin' near his wheelbarrow
Livin' narrow
I bet his 'Nam stories full of harrow
Hobo or hero?
He did more for the hood broke than I did speakin' at universities
Don't interrupt, it's just the universe and me
Bickering like a couple of four years without a ring
Yeah it's all love, but will it be for real for real?
Will I win for real for real?
Should I sign a deal deal? Will they feel feel who I am?
Wasn't always nice to me
But a Rice Street boy it's nice to be, hey
Wasn't always nice to me
But a Rice Street boy it's nice to be, hey
Arlington was across the street from the crib
I went to school across town, nigga, I'm tryna live
I wanted more, Rice Street had nothing left to give
But it gave a lot to me that I have noticed since
For instance, don't judge in an instant
When smelly African boys are wearing mom's incense
And marching in the snow taught me I could go the distance
Just to get mom's phone cards for long distance
God insisted I learn persistence
'Cause no one on Rice Street was in position to give assistance
Except Bones' ass, always sweepin', always creakin'
Creepin', down sidewalks to find a niche to sleep in
I hope he passed sleepin', I hope he felt decent
I hope he met something that told him of his reason
I hope his dog got help before the winter season
Bones was everything that I believe in
(Not a homeless man, just a man without a home
Not a homeless man, just a man who's all alone, hey)
It wasn't always nice to me
But a Rice Street Boy it's nice to be, hey
(Not a homeless man, just a man who's all alone, hey)
Wasn't always, yeah
RIP Bones
Wasn't always nice to me
But a Rice Street Boy it's nice to be, hey
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Tsadwa
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