SAMO

It was the summer of '79 I met a boy in the scene on the Lower East Side We scribbled words on the walls Spray painted the town Hip Hop Punk Rock bottoms upside down The Bronx was burning and the city was turning in its grave Beats were breaking Bombed D trains scraping through the tunnel to the fright of day It was the Samo (same old) Samo Same old Samo Same old Samo Same old It was the autumn 2006 CBGB's closed the curtain final act Pati Smith Towers collapsed, the compact disc was obsolete Boredom is the birthplace of creativity He stayed in his bedroom with his macbook pro Nine-eleven's great recession dwarfed the planet Pluto Stop and Frisk raised the risk for mainly Blacks and Latinos It was the Samo (same old) Samo Same old Samo Same old Samo Same old It was the summer 2019 He was a content creator who blew up on IG Hash tag fame, internet celebrity Made a million dollars mining crypto currency And the world was trolling for American to become great again Guns were polling, Kanye West was running for president It was the Samo (same old) Samo Same old Samo Same old Samo Same old Samo Same old Samo Same old Samo Same old Samo Same old Alright