The Knives, the guns, the drugs
I always knew I'd have you by my side
It's 1995, walkin down Helena
I saw you from afar, playin in the yard
I knew that we'd be friends, mornings making mudpies
Afternoons climbin trees, you're singing me
I'll see you at the crossroads
Single mothers on welfare, tryin to make things work
There's conflict all around us and we're trying to not get hurt
Junkies standin on the corner, brothas smokin' blunts
It looks as if they'll start a gang war, po-pos on the hunt
We kept our wits about us, nothin they can do to stop us
They ain't got nothin' on us, they can't force their ways upon us
As the years pass by, we start to look around
The cadiallacs look less inviting bumpin up and down
Sellin drugs, sellin tricks, so few jobs to be found
We knew the time had finally come, time to ditch this town
Intimate DIY indie situated at the intersection of pop, soul, and R&B, tackling themes of life, loss, and personal growth. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 19, 2023