Zebra

The zebras on the wall, they turn every color that they want

I'm trying hard to see a clear picture

And I go back and forth with the other side of the mirror

It's the same day, as

It was six months ago

Walking down the street with my boys, I got some weed

We see the same black cat on the corner where we go

I need a friend, well that depends what you need

I got some weed, let's take a walk, I know a street

It's the same day, as