Had a conversation about your frustrationnDon’t want to love a local sensationnDamn I’m sorry sonnDrove out to Vegas courtesy of CuervonThe next 24 hours went by in slow monI just want to go homenThe turtle and the shovel the hope he came minenThat’s the best memory I have from when I was age ninenNow I found God and him relaxes mennYou know I tried to love younBut I couldn’t get throughnIt all came to an end with my little brother’s friendnAnd since you there’s been quite a fewnnThe thrills, the life, the wind,nyour eyes, the this, the that, the holy crap,nIt’s just like,nRaking leaves on a blacktopnnThe first time I saw a dead bodynIt was the summer of 1980nI knew that he could see me looking down on himnTaking all the shitnAll the people that are still missing himnnI had a dream last night that I became younBut my feet stayed the same they were too big for your shoesnBut what could I donCan’t remember who was there when I first shaved my hair,nGot a tattoo next to Washington squarenDamn ghetto flight of stairsnScreaming at papa, searching for rhymes nWanda screaming how many times can two people crynOh you know we’ll give it a trynDamn the gate into the dub sacknSo I got rolled, couldn’t even get my stacknPut your clothes on your in a parking lotnGo ahead take the first shot boss you know that I’ve got your backnnThe gun, the knives, the windnYour eyes, the this, the that, the holy crapnIt’s just like,nRaking leaves on a black top nnnThe thrills, the life, the windnYour eyes, the this, the that, the holy crapnIt’s just like,nRaking leaves on a blacktop.n