I met a man named Byron Black. And he carried his life strapped to his back. On a sidewalk in Houston he called home. Crying, "Don't you forget me". He said, "Don't you forget me".
Hands up and don't you make a sound. Shotgun is pointed at me now. It just might blow me away. . So here's all I have, it isn't much but please. All I ask is, let me walk away.
Is this part of the game you play?. Do you try to make me feel this way?. You try to sell me something. That you don't believe. . For you it's easier this way.