Backroads Pt 2 - Specifics

Shit there goes the last bus

Guess you stuck on this path

Scuffin ya kicks

Humming to yourself

And you strut

Run and persist

Everything is fucked up

Look at our clique

Some of us spilt

If the only time you dream is you drunk

And the only smile you bust when you lit

You ain’t even livin just stuck in the reminiscence

A vison of the kids at the cribs in the dusk

Trying to live it up to the limit

And we did it like the studs which is us

But which is us?

This is what becomes of the ambition

Had game plans that you let go

Instead of toasts with the king can

It’s a handshake

Hello, and its mad strange

Trying to act like nothing ain’t changed tho

Man Echo’s in a damn grave

And folks scrambling to make ends meet

Fate hates Gold

Out side the cove he can’t make friends

Jesus

Nobody does it like we did

And not as good not as dignified

Not as weeded

And thought until we died it would be all sweet shit

But if the dream is not alive then the streak’s finished

And you wanna cry

Every time walked the line

Caught between hot fire and the spotless sky

With a cross that you gotsta floss with

No help so its on yourself to get the hell home

What are you a sissy?

Just because your

Brothers from the Team got you pissy

Off the keef hits you wishing for a taxi

Ixnay

It Isn’t everyday you get to chat with me in

This way

Get a break when we make the crib, kay?

Actually wish you had a Quik shake, Cuz you

Know a athlete need to stay in shape at this

Age

Can you recall it seems way back, there used

To be a Mac’s here, and who remember the

Name jazz?

It’s like a curse, to forget those times Mi

Amigo, and the final of the high school heroes

Be dispersed

Ya heard a screech, turn to see a whip clip

A curb and speed away Blurred just

Teenagers Disturbing peace

And the birds search with you in the first light

And might as well try and pull a full cycle

Can’t imagine sleep now, Deep down it feel

Like ya been out since leaving town

Ya dreamt long four years, poor man, and

When you in your quarters can’t recognize

Floorplan

So you slam more beers with the fam

Sad like you had to force back tears

Cheers, so it comes to this last canto

Alone refection of your own past shadow

As you past slow say it last chance like:

Theres no place like home

Nowhere right