I thought about the days of yore
Yes, I thought about the times before.
I thought about the times I had
Whether times were good or times were bad.
I thought about the girls I loved
And even so my God above.
I thought about the things my mother taught me
Rather than about the things she bought me.
I thought about my history
Oh what a mess the black slavery.
I thought about the crimes I did
Running and gunning like Billy the Kid.
I thought about my dearly departed
How they left too soon and now I'm brokenhearted.
Last, but not least
I thought about my destiny,
How I would die
You know-- the end of me.