Low Quarter

We got to stick together
bond our wings by the feathers
stand close together
in unison arm in arm
protest cleanup all the mess
in the mix like sugar in grits
who ever heard of it
maybe a few will tell you
it's bettah wit salt & peppa
just ask Spinderella
or MC Lyte, she'll tell you
how she like her cappuccino
at a café on the Westside
I seen her one time in Bed Stuy
walking and talkin with left eye
I'm a fan not a spy, just walking
not stalking jumping Double Dutch
on the sidewalk by the bus stop
pass me by didn't stop
chop chop, chop, in a hurry
never worry, to much stress
time to change my address
discount this flow
call it Payless, for those
who don't know that's a shoe sto