It was 1988, near time for my first fix.

Everybody seemed to want to get some.

What I left on that fourth grade floor I can't
get back no more.

That's when it all just headed down hill.

I was a half-brained thorn in the side of the
word,

and a full-fledged fucking disaster.

It was 1989, entered the world of crime.

Banned from Woolworth's for all time.

Come 1991, put on my shoes and run.

I ain't seen the inside of my house since.

Now, 2002, just me and Kobaroo.

Still fucking up, but not like I used to.

What I left on that fourth grade floor I can't
get back no more.

That's when it all just headed down hill.