i don't know how to sing, and i don't know how to dance, and i don't know how to preach to no congregation. i'm too small to be a football hero, and too ugly to be elected mayor. but I watch people.
He think he live, he think he cold.
He think I’m high, I’m in thinker mode.
Eyes low’d, I let the skies hold the thoughts;
The streets are like the high road that I go across.