This is a song about "The graet"

From the gutter to the roof

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Still the man with the pan

Like fuck it man

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

With women with issues

Saw the bombs on the news

The water from the past is the same water in the present

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Endless the days, forever the nights,

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And of course, my car's off course