Boy

Don’t turn around boy.
You ain’t from here, shit shame on you,
You’re a long way from home, boy.

There’s no need to hesitate now,
Unless of course, your minds fried on blow?
Let’s see what you’re hiding,
Better not be ‘45’n me now
Let me tell you son,
You’re a long way from home.

You just don’t blend in, boy.
Seen you walking, slow shifty steps,
Give me your wrists boy.

There’s no need to hesitate now,
Unless of course, your minds fried on blow?
Let’s see what you’re hiding,
Better not be ‘45’n me now
Let me tell you son,
You’re a long way from home.

I know everyone in this neighbourhood except you.

and I am the law, boy.
Take a deep breath, blow into this
One, two, three, four.

There’s no need to hesitate now,
Unless of course, your minds fried on blow?
Let’s see what you’re hiding,
Better not be ‘45’n me now
Let me tell you son,
You’re a long way from home.

written by: TD Lind