Story Behind The Song
I was in reform school with many " corner boys " who all they thought about was getting laid.
Song Description
A frustrated corner boy who can't get laid turns to pot drugs and masturbation to numb his brain and relieve his anger.
| Song Length |
3:19 |
Genre |
Blues - Rock, Rock - Funk |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Heated, Uptight |
Subject |
Anger, Pot |
| Similar Artists |
Cat Stevens, Bob Dylan |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
You want so desperately to be cool
But man you feel like such a fool
Your talking shit
Your talking jive
your lucky just to
Be alive
Sucking on weed
Try to make the grade
Your seventeen but you ain't been layed
You stroke it hard
Your stroke it light
you clinch that fist
Because your here to fi..hi ....h.ght
You hang out with
your corner boys
They play with guns
like they were toys
You wear that gold
All Around your neck
Your momma's home alone
And She's such a wreck
Sucking on weed
Trying to make the grade
Your seventeen but you aint been la....yed
You stroke it hard
Your stroke it light
you clinch that fist
Because your here to fight
And Now you medic ate your brain...um
You try to numb that
constant pain. Um um
When Will they ever just
Understand
Your not a boy
You are a man a an
Sucking on weed
Trying to make the grade
I'm seventeen and I aint been layed
Stroke it hard
Stroke it light
Gonna grab that
Sister
Cause tonight's the n.......ight ugt
Trying so desperately to be c....ool
Its time to get down
you know I hate my sch....ool ol
There's just one message
I need to send
I'll do my drugs to the
very end...ha end
Till the end
Till the end
Till the end