towns and memories, bad-blooded enemies So many die with the same gangster pride that entered me These are the old-timers, they who taught us How to stand strong and pass
whole time you grew up on the green Y'all trying to be Paul But I ain't tryin' to be y'all Your pockets is empty Like summertime school halls I'
bad-blooded enemies So many die with the same gangster pride that entered me These are the old-timers, they who taught us How to stand strong and pass