I knew this dude named Soap rum soaked when he wrote Wrote songs wrote prose wrote both Wrote tickets that brought him to both coasts Met people that brought him to too close Out in NY the epicenter Trying to build the network putting in the effort He got the work then felt the pressure on the link Chain smoker spark to think He start to drink The boy lookin more like Barton Fink Called me up he said he had this sinking feeling City of stones no rollin just reeling Ceiling getting closer, circling like vultures Took another sniff Said it helped him find a lift I said they gonna find you stiff blue lipped bag zipped Gotta know when to talk gotta know when to quit Wrote me a song from rehab and it goes like this
And the clock ticks on with the same old song And it sings you to sleep with the fire in its palm
I knew this girl named Jessie kept her life messy Did anything and everything to keep from feeling empty Moved to a new city kept her toes busy Head spinning like a ceiling fan she feeling dizzy Her parents left her when she was just a kiddie Started latching on to men who made her feel safer Dancing in the evening made the rent plenty But hat scene was too seedy smoking bidis like a chimney Had a boyfriend sipped bottles of Remy His motto pop the throttle til his tank is sitting hollow He'd get tipsy, smack the girl silly One day she had enough and said "I'm leaving you tomorrow" When the grip gets tighter the good get gritty I hadn't seen her since the day she left the Minne But today I got a call guess who pulled through She said hope you understand back to the wall you gotta move
I knew this dude name Levi served and earned a medal He made it home but the storm never settled Stuffing cigarellos to keep him on the mellow What he saw pushed him to another level At home so many people missed the hiding Doc Jekkyl It's a carnival for sure and the father wore yellow They look at him wrong aint no hellos The boy get hot and steam like tea kettles He said they turncoats you read Othello All things fall from kings to rose petals You hear that echoing when the city bellows They really getting illy with them millis in stilettos Making face art deco but you gotta let go Be good with yourself when all that smoke settles Aint no thing in the world you gotta prove And aint no stopping at all you just move