My memories were sometimes cool
Fake I.D.'s, staying out all nite, got in some fights
Skipped some school, broke all the rules My stepdad kidnapped my sister
1st love died from an O.D.
Mom boiled water for our baths
Cuz' we had no hot water, we had no heat I'm a Brooklyn girl whose dreams were large
Smokin' phats on the D train in between the cars
And tho we were poor, poverty did not concern me
I wanted out of that life and nothing could deter me On one fateful night an angel came from the stars
He told me in my dreams to play the Bass Guitar
Play it down, Sister, till your fingers bleed
Because you've got the drive and you've got the need I assumed I needed the room to express myself
That way I test myself
Transcend my mind and I will release myself
I don't care who you think I ought to be - fighting hypocrisy
Try to blend the lines of mediocrity
I won't let you drain the claim to fame that I have attained Pull up the faders
I'm the Bass Assassinator
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