Was he handsome? Was I drunk? Did momma give me hell? Sweet young thing of sixteen Thought I'd step out one night I longed to get the thrilling life I've missed I met a youth A bit uncouth Although he seemed alright

'Cause our bombs dem metaphoric We talk di truth and mek di youths dem better for it 'Cause I'm a fighter, yeah If you agree put up yuh lighter, yeah If you agree put up yuh lighter, yeah ay Pocket full a promises Baby empty bellies Poverty and

This is not for you Restless soul, enjoy your youth Like Muhammad hits the truth Can't escape from the common rule If you hate something, don't you do it, too Small my table, sits just two Got so crowded, I can't make room Oh, where did they come from?

Even in his youth he was nothing Kept his body clean going nowhere Daddy was ashamed he was nothing Smears the family name he was something Leave the check before you are through I've got nothing left to prove If I die before I wake Hope I don't come

Hangman we played rubber soul with a razor blade Behind the church, hiding place, It was a long joke till the punch line came. Can you read my mind, read my mind Follow along to the end of the song Hangman we played double dutch with a hand grenade

This is not for you Restless soul, enjoy your youth Like Muhammad hits the truth Can't escape from the common rule If you hate something, don't you do it, too Small my table, sits just two Got so crowded, I can't make room Oh, where did they come from?