Second Chance State

So long East Bay and the Golden Gate

If only I could stay but I'm heading south of Hell

Where my flesh is boiling and soon will melt

To the earth I slowly spill and flow downhill

But can anybody tell me what will happen

When I leave this all behind

Now the only place to go is back to Orlando

G's up, ho's down when I come around

I feel like a stranger in my own town

I moved out and they moved on

Now tell me where have all the homeboys gone

The birds of my feather grew up for the better, I hope

But can anybody tell me what will happen

If I can't cope with being left behind

Now the only place to go is back to Orlando

If you could see me now

I'd be the talk of the town

Fired up while you're burning down

Fading away without a sound

If you could see me now

You'd crack a permanent frown

Your future lost is your calling found

Fading away without a sound