The Falling Leaves

Let’s take it back, way back yes back in time
I’m like a Monk far away in a monastery
I used to roll in the mud now I got dirty thoughts
all alone just strolling on the Zambian streets
Was 98 or was it 99. my father told me homie DeNnY you the greatest ever
but he left for some years for a better life
Then I followed after years on Gazelle Street
Walking barefeet with a Liverpool shirt on