Slipped on ice at the top of stairs
Hit the bottom in a pockets of stairs
People looking at me, I ain’t looking back B
Never been a kid to carry lots of the cares,
Just a fuck it and duck quick into the bodega
Past the bread where cat was all laid up,
Dije “Hola, tía!”
Me preguntó if a chick and I made up,
I told her, “Give me a dutch”
She said, “You wanna order more or that’s it?”
E. Oks: “Na just a quarter water, pass it,
The redder the better, that sick, word.”
I’m looking for the one with the fruitiest punch,
I’m hungry, this is all I’m doing for lunch,
Or the most I can do with $1.75,
So I said peace, looked her dead in her eye,
Entonce me dijo, “La vida gets better with time
pero mijo, por favor
busca una novia
instead of more rhymes!
Llámala y set up a time – ”
(Donat) “Ayo Evan!!!! Veng-Ah-Kah!”
(E. Oks) “Ay, me voy tía, lo siento, adiós!”
(Tía)“Ayyy, adiós Evan!!”

(Donat) “Took you long enough,
Being stuck with a dealer on the corner sucks,
Or maybe you forgot? First school, then Hawaii…
Dawg You been gone a bunch…”
(E. Oks) “Donat, Cállate la boca!”
(Donat) “Man you better at least bought a dutch!
(E. Oks) “Pshhh”
(Donat) “Cálmate the fuck down E.,
Be glad you’re not in Maui
And can now eat lunch.”
(E. Oks)“[Laughing] You right, you right,
Hawaii’s good, but Wash Heights goodER.”

I say as I sip a grenade full of tied-died sugar,
Then donat said,
“Vamos back to crib
Let’s climb to the roof of flat where I lived,
That’s viví cause ever since my b-day
Sherif moved out I ain’t allowed to be there,
Plus who has the money no more
To fucking afford a two bedroom crib up on 164”
(E. Oks) “Yea, but Donat did boss pay you?”
(Donat) “Naa”
(E. Oks) “That aint cool”
(Donat) “Evan, man, ya tu sabe, the lobby door’s open
We can bang through”

**Boom, Bang* *Foot Steps*
So we walked the five flights, to the top of Wash Heights (x2)

(Donat) “Standing at an elevation of 177ft, Washington Heights!”

Sat down on the ledge, rolled it up,
Dutch cracked in two cause it was old as fuck…
(Donat) “Evan why the fuck you bought grape one!?
It’s been two years since they made them!”
(E. Oks) “Man, they don’t sell ‘em on the corner I was raised on”
(Donat) “Ah, well, you better’ve brought some tape son”

Then we laughed.
As his fingers tips were picking at the grass,
He had sprinkled in the middle of a cash bill some spilled but still
Just ended in his lap.
Then he whipped out the double wide
paper to cocoon the butter fly,
Then we puff puff puff puff puff puff, then hit the oxygen,
Just to stop the spin,
Of the world as it twirled with the shit we were caught up in.
I complained about girls,
Till Donat switched the topic and
pointed to a building next door
where a bunch of little kids were boxed up in.
(E. Oks) “What the fuck is that?”

(Donat) “That? That’s the juvi-center on Edgecombe
where light waves from the sun get trapped”
[Edgecombe Correctional Facility, 164th Street]
(E. Oks) “Man, what kind of love is that?”

I asked as a kid walked to the barred window
And lifted it up a crack,
Then looked up at us and laughed,
Then he through up a peace sign,
So we chucked it back…
(E. Oks) “He has to be 12 years old, yo …
Yo I’m out, Donat – good looks!”
(Donat) “Peace Homie!”

Then Evan, went up, back to the crib…back to the crib…back to the crib…

[La Mama]
“Now, pumpkin, you can’t think about that!
It’s just gonna get you down.
There’s just nothing we can do about it!”