Picture Your Soul

(Verse 1) Picture your soul A beautiful shade of memories of pure things Standing in the window at Christmas How much is the doggie in it? Your mama is allergic Saying you want it makes her sneeze Invincible faith like third cousins twice removed Pushing push pins through fingertips Pressing together sisterhood The ash of salt water drying under sun rays on brown skin (Chorus) An exhausting game of tag Kool-Aid just in time Mud drying in chicken pot pie tins Perfect bombs. Run Patillos, run! Ooh, Angel's brother Michael is so cute But he got the dirt on you Fire on him, pewn-pewn Good times in Oakland Hella fun. (Verse 1) The first bite of summer fruit The tart flavor of a child's impatience The crisp morning air after heavy midnight rain The flying scales of freshly caught catfish The careful search for bones Potato salad perfectly seasoned with Lawry's Pepper and paprika The rhythm of a rusty backyard swing A no-holds-barred game of almost anything goes Catching salamanders and setting them free before the boys can find the magnifying glass hidden An exhausting game of tag Kool-Aid just in time Mud drying in chicken pot pie tins Perfect bombs. Run Patillos, run! Ooh, Angel's brother Michael is so cute But he got the dirt on you Fire on him, pewn-pewn Good times in Oakland Hella fun. (Musical Change for Bridge) Summer sweat Screams, scrapes, bruises and booming beats from Oldies but Goodies shop The Food King got spoiling meat but good music So even though you ain't been there in a while cause mama made daddy drive you up there to buy your first box of Maxi pads and Michael Patillo saw you The record store man got something for you The gentle blowing of stereo needles Tap tap sound check Bootsy and the Funkadelics Walking your atomic dog (Chorus) An exhausting game of tag Kool-Aid just in time Mud drying in chicken pot pie tins Perfect bombs. Run Patillos, run! Ooh, Angel's brother Michael is so cute But he got the dirt on you Fire on him, pewn-pewn It's Town Business, baby Hella love.