I was a wild little shortie, man. Just like you.
Running around with no shoes on, the moon was out.
This one time, I run by this old... this old lady.
I was running, howling. Kinda of a fool, boy.
This old lady, she stopped me. She said...
"Running around, catching a lot of light".
"In moonlight, black boys look blue".
"You're blue".
"That's what I'm gonna call you: 'Blue'."
