You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you, hey
Friend, the stakes couldn’t be higher
Come on, homie, chill the ire
Come on, homie, chill the ire
Things really are not so dire
Mm, the time for reprobation’s through
There’s no need to wallow in the mire
Dear friend, we could only lose
And our lives become balanced on high-wire
Come on, homie, chill the ire
Come on, homie, chill the ire
Things really are not so dire
Well, you know that it would be untrue
And you know that I would be a liar
If I was to go and tell you
My friend, the stakes couldn’t be higher
Come on, homie, chill the ire
Come on, homie, quench your fire
Care for you does not expire!
– Thomas Paine Park 4/19/24