[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro]      A tall, handsome, chocolate syrup colored kid      in a fresh boxcut hairstyle.      Quiet manner was more in tune with his, well-heeled patrons      than with his hip-hopping friends.      "Who hooked you up man?Yo' momma?!"            [Aceyalone]      I wrote a poem the other day      I hope you like it            [Chorus]      Roses are red, and violets are blue      Sugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as you      Boogers are green, and doo-doo is brown      Life is uphill but, not when you get down      I said roses are red, and violets are blue      Sugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as you   Boogers are green, and doo-doo is brown         Life is uphill but, not when you get down            [Aceyalone]      Sticks and stones, flesh and bones      +Organic Electricity+ chromosomes      I'm home alone, but not by choice      I pick up the phone and I hear a strange voice      Hocus pocus, boogedy boo      Abra-cadabra, what's a nigga to do?      Back and forth, and open and closed      And if you can't see through it then poke you some holes      It's like glass and dirt, water and sand      Things tend to burn the hotter the pan      Left and right, and right and wrong         Wrong and guilty, convicted and hung      Young and old, and old and new      Knew and never knew and tellin the truth   It's like black and blue, and battered and bruised         And if you get away from this one then, that'll be news   I said            [Chorus]            [Aceyalone]      Jack and Jill, and +Jill+ and +Scott+      Scotch and soda, a twisted plot      Bums and cops, covers and quilts   Pillows and blankets, cottons and silks         Mind so heavy hope the bed don't tilt      Cuts and welts, and screams for help         Eat and sleep, shit shower and shave   Work and play, cradle to the grave         It's all for nothin, or nothin at all   It's all for one, and one for all      You better look up at me like I'm ten feet tall      Cause you're lookin down at me like I'm two feet small      Hopes and wishes, wishes and dreams      It's ugly and dirty, I wish it was clean      Win or lose, smoke or booze      And if you get away from this one then, that'll be news      I mean      [Chorus]                  [Aceyalone]         Ready or not, sweaty and hot   Tired and hungry but haven't forgot         Guns and shots, runs and drops      Or buried alive under tons of rocks   A beautiful day, a wonderful night   A suitable pasttime just rockin the mic         A day in the life, a life in a day   You know when they comin so you might get away         Space and time, nickels and dimes      Bass and rhyme that tickle your spine      A brand new mind, a fresh design      One of a kind, seek and you find         Homies and crews, weapons and tools   Lovers and haters and teachers and fools      Just try walkin one day in my socks and shoes      And if you get away from this one then, that'll be news      It's like            [Chorus]