I was 15 with my skater friends
Trying to act cool
Smoking cigs but I don't inhale
Still don't know how to
Nate had stole some bowling pins
He was so proud too
Like a cat left a morning mouse
“Look what I found you!”

Third Street was ours alone and then
The city was ours too
Rolled up on a gas station
Markers out to mark ground, dude
Someone had left a pump open and
I sprayed out fuel
You'd be fucking surprised
Just how far that’d shoot

Matches were scratched
I don't know how to
Explain how it happened
But I remember the sound, dude
Like, paper ripping
But louder than you
Can possibly imagine
Way more beautiful too
We stood stunned by the heat
It seemed impossible
We felt like we were kings
We laughed like we were fools
The next day when we skated by
And that firefighter looked confused
Why the fuck there was a bowling pin
In the ashes and rubble?

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Trying to find the words for
What I need to come to terms with
When all I think is, “burn more”
(Burn more)
All I think is, “burn more”
(Burn more)

Or try to come to terms with
What I need the words for?
When all I think is, “burn more”
(Burn more)
All I think is, “burn more”
(Burn more)

I talking that teenage loiter
Dessa told me there’s a Swedish word for that
But my mind is short
So I lost it but that
Behind the automat
SuperAmerica
With papers and a Reggie sack
Paper Tiger's skating back
So kickin it's the modo
Pickin locks
And scribing lots
Of decent windows till they
Looking more like New York photos
And smelling like I'm 15
Look more than a bit mean
But I'm just Black
The suburbs got a way of making
Kids feel trapped
And angry
And untamed
And so much of the blame is lame
On more than one occasion lit a flame
With school in mind
But who am I?
Johnny fuckin Blaze?
Been on my Logan
Solo
Showing everyone the blades

I'm alright
Not like the
Great I'm supposed to be
Just want mine
Not like I'm asking for the seas
Just peace
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