Lil’ Indians

There goes my brother i know from my childhood
There goes my brother that i doesn't know me now
Too emberassing!it's too emberassing
I want to greet him,but i don't know how...

In kindergarten we shared everything
We were family forever
Kings of the hill and the chiefs of the playground
Parents hated us but we didn't care
The two-little indians who fukked all the cowboys up...
We killed everyone with our plastic-guns (bang!bang!)
But that is long ago,you don't know me no more..
But bakk in the sandbox we were the ones

Yo,should i greet,should i not?
Should i speak,should i not?
Should i let him pass me by?
But what if he doesn't recognize my face?
I'm his brother from bakk in the days!
Yo,should i run,should i hide?
Should i jump on the side?
Should i let him walk away?
Maybe it's better
But i will never know if i don't even try...
Hey...

There goes my brother i know from my childhood
There goes my brother that i doesn't know me now
Too emberassing!it's too emberassing
I want to greet him,but i don't know how...