This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

That medal made of silver or bronze that medal for trying

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

But your the only fish that's after the sea-men/

Called life, happiness, liberty, freedom

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Together all the timethought it was true love