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 ...