we leave grandfather's apartment
dollar tucked safe in my pocket
walking home, just me and him
i start cursing, in a game chanting
i don't know the meaning
of the words that i am saying
just repeating, sounds from cars
passing by, near and far
but he, my holy brother
takes upon to be my teacher
the one to tell me that we yidden
never use the words i'm chanting
he-the one who at night...
comes to have a "tickle fight"
the one who'd teach me wrong from right.