Come out of the station, West 4th near the park, brothers shooting hoops and someone remarks, 'Hey homes, where you get them Nik's?' I says to myself, 'Yeah. I likes 'em, I likes.' They were Q-tip white, bright and blinding my eyes.
Esco dalla stazione, West 4th Street vicino al parco, i fratelli tirano a canestro e qualcuno fa "Hey, amico, dove hai preso quelle Nike?" Mi dico "Si, mi piacciono proprio" Erano bianche come i cotton fioc, splendide e accecanti.