If you don't starve and feed the bread food man have to feed you like porridge
A rich in a dreadnought juice
Can't afford them learnings, university and college
It's watered down and dilute
I tell you streets smart will carry you through life like a carriage
From a survival point of view
And if what you seek is the truth and to increase knowledge
Now you surely can't lose
One, two, three, four
Gang, the originaly
One, two, three, four
Grand finale, my name is Glocky Wally
Nine, I do it regularly
Grand finale, into everybody