Cruzin

Flash of light
Sunglasses on tight
Wind in my hair
headin for fresh air

Hands on the bars,
flying by the cars.
nothin in the rear view,
no boys in blue.

Headin down the road
in my happy mode
sun on my face
finally leavin this place

Half way to no-where,
light up a reefer.
( High ), had a good think
wishing my bike was pink.

On my way again,
down the tar vein.
As long as I do not have to go back,
my new life I will cherish and attack.