Catch a break with the boys I'm leaving B- town. way home, grown from the time, I made my first frown Raised in the race course 'fore I moved to the N-Road, inroads with legendz, I'm Ro, This is a story, of a boy who kicked it back in kovai with no highs, who'd marry brown fries, and not deny Having lived the small town life with a disguise , improvise every time I'm caught out lying in my front yard, with my face front on a nice and cool tile Summer time, cricket every day as the sun outside shines and brightens up as we play. such easy coordinates, a bike a voice and I'm awake to kick some ball with the boys, let's play. Back in the day it didn't matter if you were fat or not, what mattered was how fast you came for games up in the parking lot hop scotch or mountain fire, or fire on the mountain whatever it's called, laugh at that guy who made the tirpupati trip, returned bald. you know the type i just said - lots of chandanam on his head, break bread at break period, sanjai's snackbox make us delirious and crazy for the food, vns till eleventh was my hood. i grew up but they tried to change me as much as they could, i be that same boy - c-15, take me home to my family feud Cbe, that's where I be Little place called home for me Where i grew up, with scooters and goal shooters and we did keep it clean