Thinking back, circa nineteen-ninety-something,
I got jacked, it seems my song
and dance were noghing...
For the times, it's always 'bout the current
hustle, But that's alright, because now
I'm holding all the muscle...
So drop your eyes, for the ones who
paved my glory with their lives...
And now we go around again, again...
So I raise my glass to the fallen angels...
I tip my hat to the fallen angels...
I want to laugh for the fallen angels...
But I dry my eyes instead...
I'm a hack, but there's no shame in
deprecating... I got back, my patience
kindly kept me waiting...
Icons fall. Under tragedy they smother.
My skin crawls, to think it almost claimed
my Brother...
So bow your heads, for the ones who
paved my glory with their death...
Til karma comes around again, again...