Prologue - Lewis Del Mar

The sky was ripe as fruit on the tree

No stars as morning came

Up over me

Standing on the corner

With Devin and Jordan make three

I believe Simon there too

But Lord knows got holes in my memory

Ketamine don’t help that neither

Got rolled up on by

Claiming they seen us tag their streets

And that’s a fact I must repeat

I want it all

I come in peace

But will leave in pieces

For chosen family

They must’ve been

Two times the size of me

I got rolled over

Got rolled over by

See, no I won’t claim that I beat them

See no my teeth and knuckles were bleeding

Running backwards down the street

And that’s a fact I must repeat

I want it all

I want it all

We hit Houston with taxi beeps

In a full on sprint headed to the east

Checked our shoulders

They were clean

And breathed

And laughed harder than concrete

Laughed hard, tension release

Found a diner seat

A cup of coffee and some sleep

Another night

A life complete

I want it all