| Fall of �96�
This is another song that takes a walk on the dark side of drug addiction. Someone laid down the music and called the song Fall of 96 and asked me to come up with some lyrics. Of course, in my twisted mind I decided to write about a drug deal gone bad, a junkie gets stabbed to death and is buried in a shallow grave. How is that for creativity? My mind was still raw and still full of anger and fear, due to my addiction and my writing reflected that. I was still in early recovery and had a long way to go towards forgiveness. Fall of 96 Leaves are sticking to your matted hair. Your body�s cold and still rotting there. Rain is falling on your shallow grave. Your blood stains the earth as the seasons change. Wondering to yourself, why you had to die. So some sick motherfucker could get his high. The fall of 96 will still go on. The weather will change, but you�ll be gone. You were always afraid to die. You had your fears but would not cry. The pain has taken your soul so far away. You were always so alone. The angers there, it�s always shown. Ride the breeze tomorrow. You�ll find your way. �2003 Fred S Mayoros Jr. All rights reserved |
| End of the Road
April 1997 At this point in my life everything seemed to be moving so fast, Angel was pregnant with our son, I was really getting into my recovery, and I was starting to lose interest in music. Constantly being around drugs and alcohol was really starting to irritate me. I had decided to give up music and become a family man. The time had come for the King of Trenton to lay down his guns and ride off into the sunset without looking back??? |