Chris Scanlon: Music
My Name Is Chaka
Where were you when I was hurtin’
Where were you when the chips were down
Where were you when I was changing
When I needed a friend you didn’t make a sound
But when it comes to dishin’ dirt
You just couldn’t wait to bring me down
You just bla bla bla with that mic in your face
Acting like you know me when you ain’t been around
You say “Did that boy ever finish college?
You gotta be a joke if you can’t do that”
Maybe you’re right: I should be more like you
An educated theater jerk who could never act
You say “Boy, get a real woman”
As if you’d seen one you’d know what to do
Cause if you did they’d kick you in your bi-polar ass
You’ll be clutchin’ for the paxil
When they’re through with you
You say “Chak, you’re so damn vain”
Funny that’s a word that makes me think of you
At least my mama taught me how to be nice
When the fuck did I ever hear a nice thing
From you
Stupid people = stupid minds
You gotta hear it all the time
Hold a grudge and don’t budge
Hey hey, my name is Chaka
I got a thin skin and a shaky past
You ain’t my friend, don’t act like you know me
Cause all I am to you is a hairy ass
Hey hey, my name is Chaka
Damn you made me mad
And you hurt me, too
But now I’m shedding skin and I’m moving on
Better down the road without
Dead weight like you
Cause when were you when I was hurting
Where were you when the chips were down
Where were you when I was changing
When I needed a friend you didn’t make a sound
But when it comes to slinging shit
You just couldn’t wait to bring me down
Knowing you I shouldn’t be surprised
Acting like you know when you ain’t been around
My name is Chaka
Copyright 2007 Chris Scanlon