I was born in the winter in December '83
In my momma’s stomach writing raps to her heartbeat
They knew that I was special when I came out spitting verses
My first word was “word” and the rest of them were curses

Shit, I just had a great night. Watched somebody carry his mom into a mosh pit. Saw a few good friends. Supported a few punk indie bands.

What else, besides love, could I want on a Friday night?