6.Lil' Indians
there goes my brother i know from my childhood.
there goes my brother that i doesn't know me now.
too emberassing!it's too emberassing.
i want to greet him,but i don't know how...
in kindergarten we shared everything,
we were family forever.
kings of the hill and the chiefs of the playground,
parents hated us but we didn't care.
the two-little indians who fukked all the cowboys up...
we killed everyone with our plastic-guns (bang!bang!).
but that is long ago,you don't know me no more..
but bakk in the sandbox we were the ones.
yo,should i greet,should i not？
should i speak,should i not？
should i let him pass me by？
but what if he doesn't recognize my face？
i'm his brother from bakk in the days!
yo,should i run,should i hide？
should i jump on the side？
should i let him walk away？
maybe it's better,
but i will never know if i dont even try...
hey...
there goes my brother i know from my childhood.
there goes my brother that i doesn't know me now.
too emberassing!it's too emberassing.
i want to greet him,but i don't know how...
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