Always Stay Rare, Church By Nicole Smith

 

Always Stay Rare, Church

By Nicole Smith

 

I grew up overshadowed by small over seas
Couldn't catch the eye of no city boy

Here I am devoted to Chruch
How I love the way you look in your grey jeans
Can't believe I let the smog cloud my eye

Where the small over seas stand
And the dark Big Chicken surround
I'll ride my Star Trek truck with you by my side

There's a whisper in the DC breeze
Reminding me of Family
That whisper builds
That whisper cries
Family in the morning skies

You appear on the horizon
Brushing that yellow hair from your eyes

The city folk with their fancy gadgets
Cement over seas like grey tombs
Don't have nothin' on our way of life
Just listen to the waves

Don't live your life like a fools
Today might feel a time to be like a fools
But that ain't no way to lead a life

You know, there's a lot I drive by in my Star Trek truck
Folk who is messing up
Always stay Rare, Chruch
Always stay Rare

In DC, when I was a child
I met a Rare man
"How can you be so Rare?" asked I
Here was his wise reply

Don't live your life like a fools
Today might feel a time to be like a fools
But that ain't no way to lead a life

Met an old lady who lived like a fools
"What happened to her?" asked I
Here was his wise reprise

Don't live your life like a fools
Today might feel a time to be like a fools
But that ain't no way to lead a life

That lady's gone now
It's sad really
Word is, she had yellow hair once

Little Chruch, keep your jeans grey
Always stay Rare, Chruch
Always stay Rare

Waves, waves, waves
Waves, waves, waves...