the car hitting corners harder then roy williams so close, that peoples pockets i could pick em next stop union station, but not my destination person that i'm facing breath worse then imagination made me lose my concentration a few faces look familiar a couple was odd blackberrys, and ipods either they looking down at the floor or staring at god business suits, tim boots your occasional sandal engineer braking hard don't let go of the handle dirty leather seats afraid to sit down orange 70's carpet been worn to the ground their go you local alcholic he had gone a couple rounds singing like petula clark trying to get downtown
R.I.P. Martin alexander (Marty Gra) Alston - my brother, my mentor , my friend-