I barely tried to understand your grace
The way you occupy prosaic space
I'm not a token you can throw away
Its coming back but it will never stay

Blood wars and victims cheat
They say they love you when they're talking so sweet to you
Get off your high horse, let me on

We were coping down on Harlem way
Its not like there was any other play
I took a chance or two and now I'm done
I'm glad to say I'm not the only one

This word: eviscerate
They say they want ya when they talk so straight to you
Get off your high horse, let me on