Cigarettes were the fragrance of another space in time A trigger in his pocket and a tongue so full of rhyme It's useless now to think he's got it all free and figured out You can tell by his breath he's a social outcast without a doubt Could i be wrong without a doubt? It was a heat-thick charity moment so they drummed into my head An irony of catastrophe in my mind they'd beat me dead They had me cross examined so thoroughly, Had me dug down deep in my seat Breathing accusations of annihilation, in my soul I knew the deal His mother said, "why do you walk the way your father did?" "Well, tonight you'll be sittin' here dreaming with the lights on" Another fourteen years in the pen, i had landed on my way No possibility of parole or a drink at the ranger's chalet The way i see it i saw nothing, asleep in my keep Incriminating myself awful, i was trying everything His mother said, "don't you walk the way your father did" So for tonight I'll be sittin here dreaming with the lights on.