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 Choose to use the music... |