to all the years full of front porch stories failed plans and procrastination to r.a.g.n. sowing what others may implore i've been broke and forlorn and caught out with the best at acca yard oh it just goes to show, to desert friends like these streets i would be crazy to all the years full of backyard parties winters in hibernation to a**aulting views with dominion at our door healing but scarred there's bullet holes in a porch in jackson ward oh it just goes to show, to desert friends like these streets i would be crazy it goes to show, to dessert friends like these streets i would be crazy i sat back to consider what has been within a decade counted should i fly? should i settle? will i find peace in time, in the face of growing old? to all the years full of untold stories futures free of isolation to all those gone who in thought and heart live on on and on you never gave up and i got this far oh it just goes to show, with friends like these to leave i would be crazy it goes to show, with friends like these to leave i would be crazy