No Black Violins in London

Man, I ain't scared Never in my doggone life have I ever ran from a fight And I ain't running now What you say? That's what I thought Tryna call the police on somebody for eating ice cream Going to the park Hanging out Graduating Looking at me sideways Is you out your mind? Or is you crazy? You better put your money on another pony, Jack, 'cause I ain't the one I will let you know 'bout yourself and I will embarrass you In front of God And everybody Now what? What you gon' do?