Low Life

Lookin back at the years

I laugh and remember the tears.

Fighting and drinking with the boys from the block,

Two news and a G following in the flock.

Not knowing a better day was waiting,

Not knowing the long way ahead as the night starts fading.

Mickeys, Newport, and Weed putting my confidence high,

Bitches on there knees with a mouth full of white lies.

My youth was along time ago feels like another life,

Almost like a movie, Indy film, Low budge, foggy – lowlife.

Friday night – fight night everything went right,

Two dudes roll up flexin steel behind the wheel Friday night – fight night.

Words are exchanged like currency at the bank,

Bows are thrown folks folding point blank.

Lights and sirens are gettin near have no fear,

We scatter like glass breakin leavin Damon lying there.

Lying on his side out like a light,

His lady scared hoping it was just the fight,

Lookin back at the years,

I laugh and remember tears.

Old now that was a different life,

Almost like a movie Indy film, low budget . foggy LOW LIFE.