[Runnin up Hill Top Avenue
racin down Broadway BLVD.
runnin from the cops that were chasin you
you have no idea what you put us through.]
I know, your son misses you,
he barely had a clue,
what you were goin through.
and that goes for us too
should we be lookin on your past
should we be remembering what you had.
Is it right to write these words out
should i keep them to myself now,
what would you say,
where would you go,
who would you meet,
who would you become....
[runnin up Hill Top Avenue
racin down Broadway BLVD.
runnin from the cops that were chasin you
you have no idea what you put us through.]
..put us through...
You should have seen the people that were there,
you knew so many...
You should have seen the tears that fell,
from the eyes of my aunt penny..
Your son gave you a letter,
He didn't tell me what it said.
But it was jam - packed thick, man...
I hope it makes him feel better...
So many memories were locked inside
that box made of oak...
and they told me that you were, beneath the lid..
I set the ashes of my note right next to you,
Propped up by the pictures of you....
runnin up Hill Top Avenue
racin down Broadway BLVD.
runnin from the cops that were chasin you
.....
runnin up Hill Top Anvenue
racin down Broadway BLVD.
runnin from the cops that were chasin you
....
[instruments come in]
we're gonna be missin you....