Back in the day for me . . .
It was black on black Cadillac bumping that eight tracks
with black hard cool leather seats that match
chrome gleaning knowing that the driver got stacks,
Speakers on full blast, shaking the ground as it past.
Couldn't take my eyes off of it-damn who knew?
A car can make you feel bubbly as if your mountain dew.
I felt so high without the blunt between my lips,
but the fire was inside my chest-Damn I was so lit
and the pain was disappearing turning it into ashes,
to bad that feeling didn't last-out of my sight it passed
It hit the corner with its tires doing a burn out,
Leaving a man feeling drought-facial expression a pout.
Kids on the side walk playing hopscotch,
it hit them so quickly like being kicked in the crotch
gasp and eye widens with screams echoing,
everyone as if they just woke up by an alarm ringing
so loud that their manifestation was speechless,
man the way they sucked in the air so greatly-Like leeches,
blood flowing into a made man stream on the concrete
The red shine so brightly, but you can't say this picture is lovely.
Well not in my eyes, as I ran to him with tears on my cheeks,
Got down on my knee's, my five-year-old voice yelled "Daddy!"
with my hands-thinking I was Moses that I can revive him
pushed on his chest, it was no use, the reaper came and a sad grim
planted on my face knowing no time soon
That happiness won't grow in me as bright as a moon.
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Still to this day, I'm fueled with hate and I stay
In the neighborhood, same corner till the night turn dark gray.
Every time I hear music blasting down the street,
I think about that black Cadillac, with black leather seats.
Trapped in the year of 88', my fathers year grave,
"As soon I handle business, god you can take me away"
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Originally Posted by Les Aleus
