From high fives in vacant lots To lowlives in highrise blocks Through warm bars, easy action Cold hearts, never passions Oh father, It seems a long way home Oh further than I was meaning to go The future just went past us It's only hip-hop diamond trash lust Strange days fresh to follow Cruel words hard to swallow Long nights and feeling Sunlight on stranger's ceilings Oh father, It's been a long, long run Oh, it's further than I was planning to come