[kannon]

The back windows rattled as they battled with the bass in the whip
We'd cruise and bump "The Good Life," smiles across our face as we dip...

His wagon was strong. No longer chasing the dragon along
For two years, found a new passion in the rapping of songs
But the back pain led to the Oxy.. Once the traction was on
You unfastened the bonds, and leapt into that rapturous calm
Syringe to plasma, the disaster rode the tracks in his arm
An "unpredictable relapse," You were the blackest of swans
They found his body collapsed in the back of an Acura; gone
Fetal, or fatal position... Grasping at straws when I answered the call

Now every time I hear that line on Graduation I skip...
"The Good Life," How can I smile knowing that you died chasing that shit...