The bus ride was on my eighteenth birthday I got freedom Met obscure people on my way I guess I did things my way My family was happy I was off drugs They just wanted me clean and in school I brought all this trouble on myself My friends were having fun I stayed with a friend for a few weeks We later got in a fight over a girl I got an apartment five hundred and twenty five dollars A month A job making six dollars an hour Went to the Art Museum in Philly Its free on Sundays Sat and just thought My mind is full of everlasting images The swift wind blows Embedding the tree of our lineages Intrigued with religions Leaders and entertainment Poets artists authors and sports figures Shaped my American craze The grass growing in the spring valleys The smoking of everything in the cities The snow falling in the winter trees The drinks carrying the sadness into the breeze The animals killing for food to eat The people killing from a word called hate