Everyday I wave to all of my neighbors
On my block
I be house sittign always doing them favors
On my block
I'm walking dogs and taking in the newspapers
On my block
Man, what a beautiful day, come on and stay on my block
A lot of large houses built out of stone
On my block
Fancy wooden street sign, Chedworth Road
That's my block
God damn the property taxes alone
On my block
But one of the best public school district zones
From my block

It ain't safe to walk the streets at night brotha,
Unless you wear reflector vests and dress in bright colors
But other than that, you shouldn't expect too much trouble
Barney Rubble-type of hustle, piece of the lovable, neighborly puzzle and
We never had to struggle with the mortgage, we could afford it
Assorted extracurriculars were always supported
Some people’s parents fought and stayed together for the kids,
Mine stayed married ‘cause they loved it…
And now I’m well adjusted
But just as any upbringing, sometimes things got tough
Got a letter once when a guest with us wore dungarees to the country club
Where the mustard was always fancy
Man, see we grew up on that Grey Poupon
Still saving Loehman’s coupons from my Jewish mom

My block,
Where playing ball meant everything
Coaches giving trophies to us all to help our self-esteem
My Rec team directed me to shoot it, anytime I saw the basket
Made sure I wasn't excluded, even though I was the fat kid
Never laughed at, the fact is nothing ever went bad
Wrapped in plastic like the sandwich with a little box of raisins in my knapsack
Raised on bagels and lox, my block gets labeled a lot as “Privileged”
Hit the switch on my BOSE headphones though, so I don't even listen
I'm missing a pair of sneakers again
Man, I don’t understand where the housekeeper keeps relocating them
Okay, I guess I'll take a sleepy day
I mean, it ain't the week so hey,
No need to give a hey about my GPA

Ex-queeze me for a moment, while I go and flow on emotions
Known it's okay to show a little heart since Kindergarten taught me so
And High School was no different
Fist didn't fix a tiff; we listened to the other person’s side
No need to fight, let's go inside from recess
And trust police, that’s how I treat ‘em
I seen ‘em cleaning up the streets, protecting us decent people’s freedoms from loitering teens in fleeces
Competing for grades, I tried very hard
Hardly went a day without a swipe on my library card
My two tiny dogs in the backyard, blackened paws as they buried together
Party colored cocker spaniels in matching Burberry sweaters
Better thank God on Shabbat for the trust fund that I got
So when I'm broke from tryna rap, I can move back to my block