a very heavy Rolling Stones sample (please don't sue us) with a dark narrative in the first person of a man with out work or much to live for.
Finished texting Jessica, i'll miss my sisters but i gotta go.
Parked at Xoximilco's, left my keys for Mario. I'm in the barrio as Mexicans inspect my rusty bicycle; expecting a spectacle they'll respect the exit I pull.
Pulled out on to Bagley barely able to pedal.
Puddles of pity welled up in me, didn't see that rig - it nearly hit me.
Couldn't hear his skidding tires singing, my head's already ringing from this thing inside telling me to take a ride. Pushing on I'm dashing past the border patrol, rolling fast pace and they gave chase, but i'm already gone.
Got to reach the peak of bridge, the last escape for this helpless kid. I didn't know which way to take, luckily my GPS did...