Written by Fres Thao Produced by Bernwoodfunk
Fres Thao is an advocate for the Arts; believing Art is direct energy from the soul. As one of the Hip Hop pioneers from the Hmong American community, he has be
Lyrics
bad kids, do back flips on mattresses
Strike matches just to turn objects to ashes
Stay fresh, but they want us caged up
children of the war, the secret walks among ya
you see these earth worms --- fingers full of mud
In your apple tree, sling shot killing doves
Grizzly bear feet in the gravel til it hurts
Grass stained jeans, tee shirt full of dirt
Baseball cap, worn out dope sneakers
At the payphone, collect / calling to strangers
Fast to act real, with the bad kid attitude
Smash glass windows on classic automobiles
Steal tape decks cuz minimal pay checks
Got us craving for something we can’t get BUT
We not gangstas, we just tired of this racism
What can I say, we just raised differently
bad kids, do bad things with good intentions ~
learn lessons in a life that’s unforgiving ~
never spoiled / and never rotten
slaackers, we not; work with what we got
bad kids, back up the talk with real action
bad language, yea, we cause damage ~
put up your dukes -- get loose,
no silver spoon, just blood, sweat and bruises
Bad KIDS SEE, we didn’t join little league
Join the boy scouts, we just hung out in the streets
Sensory overload so we / learned to release
In the office throwing punches with the dean
Under street lights, spray paint, stolen / bikes
Way before mics was a part of this life
Earned our marks with fist fights in closed parks
Paid our dues with black eyes and cold hearts
close knit family, Swing with accuracy
No knives or guns see, just pride and energy
Let the skill speak, strength, agility and speed
If you feel me, then you let it all un -- leash
On the real see, our lives’ll never be complete
they can call us names in the street but they easily
crawling on their knees, they all in with a ---- bluff /
We the bad kids, THEY the kids WE call shmucks
bad kids, don’t raise our hands up in the class
stay absent no excuse and skip detention
no attention span for your trash and we clash with
prep kids and jock straps that think they fabulous
get your nap in, ya mama’s baby boy
we the bad kids, the type they try to avoid
in the bathroom, graffiti on the wall
skipping prep rallies cuz we not one of ya’ll
free lunch and cutting in line, see they bring
gourmet meals in-a paper bag and complain
bet it’s nice when you got real nice things while we
trading lunch tickets for buss passes and ice cream
we the bad kids live a life full of trouble
sugar rice water suffice when we got hungry
never take to heart IF they call YOU A failure
we the bad kids and bad kids stick together
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