Had a conversation about your frustration   Don’t want to love a local sensation   Damn I’m sorry son   Drove out to Vegas courtesy of Cuervo   The next 24 hours went by in slow mo   I just want to go home   The turtle and the shovel the hope he came mine   That’s the best memory I have from when I was age nine   Now I found God and him relaxes me      You know I tried to love you   But I couldn’t get through   It all came to an end with my little brother’s friend   And since you there’s been quite a few      The thrills, the life, the wind,   your eyes, the this, the that, the holy crap,   It’s just like,   Raking leaves on a blacktop      The first time I saw a dead body   It was the summer of 1980   I knew that he could see me looking down on him   Taking all the shit   All the people that are still missing him      I had a dream last night that I became you   But my feet stayed the same they were too big for your shoes   But what could I do   Can’t remember who was there when I first shaved my hair,   Got a tattoo next to Washington square   Damn ghetto flight of stairs   Screaming at papa, searching for rhymes    Wanda screaming how many times can two people cry   Oh you know we’ll give it a try   Damn the gate into the dub sack   So I got rolled, couldn’t even get my stack   Put your clothes on your in a parking lot   Go ahead take the first shot boss you know that I’ve got your back      The gun, the knives, the wind   Your eyes, the this, the that, the holy crap   It’s just like,   Raking leaves on a black top          The thrills, the life, the wind   Your eyes, the this, the that, the holy crap   It’s just like,   Raking leaves on a blacktop.