The Little Homie In My Tummy

And I woke up on my cousin`s floor,

We were up with Bacardi,

Put some shoes on and walked to school,

I was two hours tardy.

My classes are boring,

Especially sober,

I hate school,

I wish it was over, was over.

Met him up at Cooley Lake,

The fire was just dying.

Made some more woods and put them on,

Then I tried to start crying.

Then after the last dance,

He gave a champ beating,

He left town,

The other guy laid there, just bleeding.

It was the boy from Navajoland,

But he don`t need to know,

Everything will be alright,

If I can get up the hill,

The little homie,

In my tummy,

Is down for whatever,

I wanna go to the party,

I wanna stay there forever.

Spent a week at my Auntie`s house,

Where the water was running,

Uncle Ronnie got G`d out,

He screamed the soldiers are coming.

We found him the next day,

Near the casino,

All beat up in the back of some white guy`s El Camino.

Drove around in Alfred`s Impala,

We fucked by the river,

He said, "Your belly`s gettin big."

I said, "Your belly`s still bigger."

She came two months early,

Four pounds and shitty,

I loved her sure,

But I wished she was pretty,

Was pretty.

It was the boy from Navajoland . . . .

But he don`t need to know,

Everything will be alright,

If I can get up the hill,

The little homie,

In my tummy,

Is down for whatever,

I wanna go to the party,

I wanna stay there forever.

Scored two thirty-packs of

Natural Ice,

Late last evening,

Musta blacked out,

When I woke up,

She wasn`t breathing.