Nickles and dimes all they push is Nickles and dimes. I ain't saying I slang no that's not what I claim. Having said I don't act like I do. I'm not like the others who act like their really Escobar. Clowns just Clowns as far as the eye can see. Me on the other hand focus is on these bands. The only rubber I bust through is these stacks. Used to do a lot of scheming trying to get a dollar before my collar turned blue. Chasing those blue faces cause all my money new. I was the young kid trying to learn how to put up those power lines. Yes I was a pole climber. Not the type with a stage but with them long days with the sun rays beating the back of your neck. How I long for those days but I had to turn the page. Was in a roll over that made sure those days were over. Making music just to keep my mind occupied. Heart is all cried out. For the friends I had to leave behind. I just hope you know I still have the laughs we shared in the back of my mind. Wishing I could cut up with yall one more time. Have the memories like some scar tissue. But that is far back in the past. Picking up the pieces of my life is the hardest thing I ever had to do. I have tried my best to move on. Caught up in what used to be. I am so tired of not seeing you all. I need more than a call. I can see all of good times oh how I miss it. The pain is getting harder and harder to ignore. This space hurts more than any thing from before.