It was the summer of `95 (so what?!),
in the backyard, shaving the old plies.
Feeling so strong, something went wrong.
Straight into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long.
I still remember that day,
like the day that I said that I swear,
`I`ll never hurt myself again`,
but it seems that I`m deemed to be wrong,
to be wrong, to be wrong.
So i`ve got to keep holding on...
they always played a slow song.
When they come for me,
I`ll be sitting at my desk,
with a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest..
Singing `my, my, my, how the time does fly,
when you know you`re going to die by the end of the night.`
I still remember when we were young and fragile then.
No one gave a shit about us because times were tougher then.
Feeling so good, cruising the hood;
straight into the real world, rich kids never understood.
But I don`t care. I can fade away to anywhere.
Don`t stop because you might get dropped and if
you do who`s going to pick you up.
Well I won`t... they always played a slow song Send " Keasbey Nights" Ringtone to your Cell