There’s only one thing rude boys truly fear.
Just being near a glitter dusted queer.
Born on the same side of town that I was.
We could not be more than two strangers, cuz.
Am I wrong; have I miscalculated?
Did we raise high; did we demonstrate it?
Have we tended gardens…even the thorns?
Have we made music with sacrificed horns?
For, each faggot contains a multitude.
Did ya get that; you need some fresh air…dude?

