You think you’re flying until you hit the ground... I lost my brother to the white ghost of Los Santos. Listen. Eighty miles on the freeway, pupils dilated wide Had the world in your pocket but no place left to hide Just a baggie of dust and a heart made of glass Watching twenty-year shadows in a rearview pass We were kids in the basement, just a guitar and dreams Now I’m sewing up wounds at the edge of the seams You weren't a headline, you weren't just a name You were the fire in the engine, the blood in the flame. But the powder is a liar, it’s a thief in the night It paints a fake halo in the cold neon light It took your hands off the wheel, took the air from your lungs Leaving songs in the dirt that will never be sung The injustice of living while the real ones depart Is a bullet of lead hitting straight in my heart Los Santos is a desert where the vultures all play And they’re trading our souls for a gram of the grey. Oh, the clock is a predator, it’s hunting us down Protect what you love before it sinks in the town! The lines on the table are the bars of a cage We’re losing the book just to write one more page! Hold your brothers, hold your sisters, don't you let 'em go The winter is coming, and the signal is low! The drugs are a ghost with a beautiful lie Under the weight of a blacked-out sky! Time isn't money. Time is the only thing we have. I saw the wreckage. I saw the end of the road. Don't let the powder bury the person you are. Wake up. Oh, the clock is a predator, it’s hunting us down Protect what you love before it sinks in the town! The lines on the table are the bars of a cage We’re losing the book just to write one more page! For my brother... Keep them safe. [End]
