It ain’t enough to Just be who we be Jumpin’ through hoops to Make sure everybody sees Flappin’ about, hollerin’ and shout Slappin’ that same old ashy knee.
People watchin’ everything we do Some imagine us swinging in that ol’ tree Wantin’ to yell shoo, fly shoo Can’t we just be who we be? No title, no categories Rap, shoo-wop, twiddly-dee.
No matter what we make Gaspin’ and scroungin’ They come to take That new ideal, distinct appeal While we loungin’ Thinkin’: Is this for real?
