"Mike "Crazy Neck" Sims - Frost Bit lyrics

[Verse 1] Haha, yeah Now everybody meet Ronnie (Who?) A young black suburbanite Who was with the whites since he learned to read and write He's only 10 and pretends to fit in Because them little white homies Got him thinking he's as white as them He has a pops who owns stock's in Xerox Pops only problem was the bourbon and peach schnapps (A drunk?) An alcoholic He didn't heed the early warning That his kids were being frost bit He had a sister fat as hell, you couldn't miss her Only black girl in the school, so everybody used to diss her But back to little Ronnie Ron, he made a 100 bucks a week Mowing all the neighbors lawns But guess what he saved that money for fellas (What?) To buy a surfboard to make the white friends jealous And that's exactly what he did Catching waves was the trends So he did it for the white kids Benefit and now he's in some sh** Cause he's at Venice Beach and can't surf a damn lick Head crack, head crack Kept falling on that a** So he took that board back Now what do we have here He gave up the surfing but still sports the surfing gear Everyday not just a little bit Cause little Ronnie is on his way to being... [Hook] (x2) Frost bit, frost bit Once you go black you never go back [Verse 2] Verse two little Ronnie, little older, little wiser All into Rock 'n' Roll so he buy's a synthesizer Can't stand rap damn, seek's a sounds like Mark [?] Got a gang of heavy metal poster taped up on his bedroom He's at the age, where his peers think he's strange Cause he comes to junior high in black leathers and chains Not to mention that he's black (Go Ronnie) And can't dance (Go Ronnie; Go Ronnie) In the motorcycle boots and parachute pants (Go Ronnie; Go Ronnie) But everyday before school he stops by the local arco To steal a candy bar and buying a fresh pack of Marlboro's And he can smoke between cla** cause he's a rebel Hanging with some white kids that worship the devil He quit sports in one week Because his coach when out like a Jimmy the Greek Thinking just because he's black He probably runs like a god But hell he proved that He was the slowest kid on the squad And it's a messed up scene When a young black kid gets caught in the in between Cause out there they could look down upon And in the ghetto they're automatic Uncle Toms So how could little Ronnie ever be legit After 14 and half years of being frost bit [Hook] [Verse 3] 'Twas the night before Christmas And all through the house Ronnie's family packing boxes Cause they got to get the hell out Pops is a drunk, now they got to face facts First he lost his job and then a grip at the race track And little Ronnie can't stand it Moving to the ghetto is like moving to a different planet He seen things he never seen before Two people died in a shootout at a liquor store And he ain't accepted In a school he's a sell out So they beat the hell out Off his a** one day Cause you can't be soft and be in high school in L.A And that's all he could take He went straight to the pawn shop And bought himself a .38 And a fifth of Jack Daniel's Went home to his room k**ed the lights and lit a couple candles And made his stereo blast A heavy metal tune while he's crying Thinking about the past And it's sad it has to end this way But little Ronnie didn't show up for school the next day And personally I can't take that sh** When a life goes down the drain for being frost bit [Hook] [Outro] Yeah Steffon In here for '94 Message in all this This goes out to the youth For they are the future