14.11.10

Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where.



Nu är min mössa helt klar! Och jo, Ida hjälpte till på sitt sätt (inte alls, alltså!)
Men det gör inget, hon är för oskuldsfull.

Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight

we don't need no baseball bats
we don't need no silver ghats
but we're gonna fight tonight
put up your dukes and fight
big brother's just standing on the side
watching you flex your pride
but you know if they all jump in
big brother's got your skin

the ice cream truck sings no more
all the kids from school are keeping score
you swing and you duck and you hit the floor
but you gotta get up at least once more
mama comes screaming down the stairs
everybody looks nobody scares
mama can't believe that nobody cares
it's her baby boy how do they dare
mama says bitch come over here
if you're so tough you'll have no fear

but why'd you bring your friends
and the whole damn school
to watch my baby boy go down like a fool

but brother says mama they're the same damn size
got to let him grow up and get street wise
but mama says baby go get that bat
and come back down and beat some ass

somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight

one wrong move and it'll be too late
mama won't be making no birthday cake
it all went down one afternoon
in brooklyn

6 kommentarer:

  1. snygggggg!
    jag vill lära mig att sticka. jag virkar bara, och det räcker inte ibland.

    SvaraRadera
  2. Tack! :D (because that's the kind of smile I always make when I think about what I've accomplished).

    Och jag vet inte hur man virkar. Men jag har insett hur mycket jag älskar att sticka och prata samtidigt. It's really relaxing.

    SvaraRadera
  3. vad fin! och vad duktig du är! :D

    SvaraRadera
  4. du är duktig! på så många saker! jättefin mössa :)
    sluta aldrig att skriva erika, du skriver så fint.

    SvaraRadera
  5. tack så amanda!
    jag blir så glad för det du säger.

    SvaraRadera