I see
Snow in the streetlights
Tags on the backboard
The preacher on the corner says
"You get what you ask for"
These birds in a V flying south for the winter say
"It's cold, little sinner, so you best get your passport"

I got an A when I went to the blackboard
But still failed at life
Why the F go to class for?
I just don't have (the) time to explain what's behind
Every rhyme to people who don't even get
What I rap for

Throwin' butts in the gutter by the broken glass
A joint I tuck when a fucking cop is walking past
Sometimes you need a place to get away and hide to
Where nobody recognize you like the Lone Ranger without the mask

I'm at the record store, this shit from the dollar bin
Make me a mint unlike the condition I bought it in
At least I hope it do
I'm 'bout to dumb out and smoke a few
I'm on a rooftop...enjoy the view