Prologue

(альбом: AUGUST - 2020)

The sky was ripe as fruit on the tree
No stars as morning came
Up over me
Standing on the corner
With Devin and Jordan make three
I believe Simon there too
But Lord knows got holes in my memory
Ketamine don't help that neither
Got rolled up on by
Claiming they seen us tag their streets
And that's a fact I must repeat
I want it all
I come in peace
But will leave in pieces
For chosen family
They must've been
Two times the size of me
I got rolled over
Got rolled over by
See, no I won't claim that I beat them
See no my teeth and knuckles were bleeding
Running backwards down the street
And that's a fact I must repeat
I want it all
I want it all
We hit Houston with taxi beeps
In a full on sprint headed to the east
Checked our shoulders
They were clean
And breathed
And laughed harder than concrete
Laughed hard, tension release
Found a diner seat
A cup of coffee and some sleep
Another night
A life complete
I want it all