So you were born with a wooden fork Instead of a silver spoon. Perhaps you were born with nothing at all, Except maybe the dirty rag you were wrapped in And tossed into a trash bin, Or worse. I get
Prison? Yeah I've spent some time there; just like most people that look and talk like me. It's not the kind that you're thinking about, but it's prison nonetheless. Rather than doing hard time it was hard finding time to
Of trick or treat and watching Sesame Street. Of kites and toys, friendly girls and boys. Of cabbage patch kids and bicycle skids. Of breakfast foods like eggs