7 acessos
From high fives in vacant lots
To lowlives in highrise blocks
Through warm bars, easy action
Cold hearts, never passions
Oh father,
It seems a long way home
Oh further
than I was meaning to go
The future just went past us
It's only hip-hop diamond trash lust
Strange days fresh to follow
Cruel words hard to swallow
Long nights and feeling
Sunlight on stranger's ceilings
Oh father,
It's been a long, long run
Oh, it's further
than I was planning to come