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.
Salen de la estación 4 Oeste cerca del parque, hermanos tirando al aro y alguien dice: "¡Eh amigo! ¿Dónde conseguiste los Niks?" Pensé, "Sí. Me gustan, me gustan". Eran unos blanquitos, brillantes, me enceguecieron.