The first time he kissed me was on a park bench The fusty peanut basement smells Were compromised inside a million steel mills In Gary, Indiana She said a lot of things that night But most importantly, She ran the rap across him, goin', "peep, peep, peep..." I have good roots. If she don't stop her dangsh** claim That she's the major "tit" for "tat", I'll put a poem on the wall, Called " When u Were a Freeport" RU Deaf@2016