Raking Leaves on a Blacktop

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.