It was beautiful, it was brutal, it was cruel,
It was business as usual,
Heaven, it was Hell,
I used to wonder if I'd live to see twelve.
When I did I figured out I was immortal,
Loved to dance but couldn't make it to the formal,
Couldn't bare watching my imaginary girlfriend bust a move with any other dudes,
Tone Loc was talking about a wild thing,
I was still caught up in some child things,
Scared of a God who couldn't spare the rod,
It was clearly a brim-stone and fire thing,
Pyromaniac, kleptomaniac,
Couldn't explain my desire to steal that fire,
Now I add it to my rider,
Like "please don't please don't throw me in that patch of brier!"
It was the best of times, it was the end of times.
-Sage Francis
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