there's still a few
that whole crew in the blocks
living royal wild
really as kin should be
now you look back at the fortune wonder what it meant
really couldn't be measured in man's coin you know
but it was pure gold like oro from the sea
melting me daily
Bobby Jo didn't know
and Mikey was a monster
I had a closet for three kids
and a shadow full of haunted

i know what you're saying and i know what you mean
but you couldn't say it louder for the rest of the team?
good old number 13
always hangin on her own
you thought she wouldn't answer the phone
- - -
but did you look at her eyes
a mad surprise
love with gold flakes - the same as in her thighs
even when she cries - the red only intensifies

{But back to the start
a girl born with a heart
glitter storms her hair
porcelain reigns near
riding early with Bertha
to learn a lesson or two}

i am who i am
because of me
a pack of wolves
and the streets
something about this - is calling to me
"don't let this define thee"

these things happen
but do they really?
i know you've had a few and your ***** is unruly
but hear my out - there's more than you see
******* Daniel and me
it's raining in the city - where nobody wins
except when goat tales end and begin
i'm really glad you noticed - but you never even asked
i just about had a heart attack
your ******* guitar and her yarn in the metra
she knew with those eyes - that he was out to get cha
did you actually think he would take a second look?
men with desires act before they should
rough and unkind - he wouldn't think a second time
too often she forgets he knew the one first in line
Tom from Orange Ave had the first score
and in her mind - on repeat- nothing but horror gore
now she's cradled in the Earth
still her heart unpure
Daniel's axe is wielded to her core