In the ghetto we chill!
Over the drain we sit and we don't even care that the water that runs through it smells foul.
sometimes it's cold outside but in our sweaters we hide and if the police doesn't show up, we will sit there until daylight.
Often times we run and hide but after they leave, right back out there we go and we laugh about everything.
The uptown folks wouldn't understand but it's in the street that stars are born.
It's the idle chatter and...