Cold Alley Blues

Yeah... Midnight in

the old yard...

Rusty swings moving on their own in the breeze Used to run

these streets now we're down on our knees

Ghosts of the old crew tracing lines in the dirt Hiding all

the memory of the ancient hurt (yeah) Still holding down the block

even if it's dead With the sound of the old school spinning

in my head Under the streetlights we still stand tall (still stand)

Writing our names on the cracked concrete wall

(on the wall) Whining synth crying for the ones who are gone

Keeping the G-funk heavy till the dawn

Empty basketball courts where we used to run plays Lost in the

shadow of the golden era days But the beat don't stop and

the memory survives Carried on the wind through these parallel lives (unh)

Still checking my mirror for the red and the blue Still keeping

it true for the rest of the crew

Under the streetlights we still stand tall (still stand) Writing our names

on the cracked concrete wall

(on the wall) Whining synth crying for the ones who are gone

Keeping the G-funk heavy till the dawn

Just the wind and the high synth crying...

Yeah... Midnight in the schoolyard...

Still a rap song...