
I see shadows in the rearview every time I drive
Hear they voices in the wind when I’m barely alive
Told ‘em I’d make it, now the promise feel cheap
‘Cause the ones I made it for, they ain’t here to see
I pour out the liquor, let the concrete drink
Watch the bubbles disappear, that’s what I think
About the days we was young, talkin’ reckless and bold
Now the stories get told by the ones that stayed cold
I’m still breathin’, still schemin’, still chasin’ the dream
But the victory taste different when you chase it alone
They’re gone now, but the fire still burn in my soul
Every move that I make, they still part of the goal
So I grind for the names that the reaper erased
Turn the pain to a crown, let the legacy taste
They’re gone now, but the legacy lives in my stride
Every step that I take, they still ridin’ inside
About the Creator
Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.
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