.Man, my Papa drove a cab, right on Massachusetts Ave
Had to pay for undergrad, and my teeth, studied math
Black funky engineer, like his parents, had that flair>
Cigarettes in the air, twenty-four pack of beer>
He started drinkin' as a pickney with the palm wine
To turn his back on.
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