J. Anthony Brown murders another hit. This time he takes his dismay out on his close friend Kirk Franklin.
Lyrics
I dedicate this song to all the short men out there
Kevin Hart, Spike Lee, Kirk Franklin, Music Soulchild
Here We Go!
Ever so short, but we are some grown men
To all of the barbers who offer you booster seats, don't you just hate them!
You go to Six Flags, and wait on them long rides,
If we don't stand on our toes, when they measure us, we can't get on rides
Department Store Clerks bring you clothes from the junior section
Doctors gave your grown ass lollipops.
(Don't you wish you were bigger so they wouldn't treat you like a Sing Y'all)
A Child,
Tired being treated like a child
Almost five feet and damn proud
Don't you wish that short was in style
A, child , A child
Can't look up because you're so far down,
Oh it's not too late don't give up now
You hate being treated like a child, a child
Oh oh oh
Our live would be much better if we grow oh oh