.[Verse 1]
Man, my Papa drove a cab, right on Massachusetts Ave
Had to pay for undergrad, M. I. T, studied math
Black funky engineer, like his pants, had that flair>
Cigarettes in the air, 24 pack of beer>
He started drinkin' as a Pickney with the palm wine
To turn his bac.
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