Xitlali.

The year Duke passed away, i couldn't get past the blues, was shrunken day by day, i hated to be alone, to hear anything new, on the street or Metro, but you became an angel, i didn't have a clue, you acted as my sage, arranged all the loans, gave me back a muse, put jelly on my bones, before this game, i'd imposed a curfew, you paid wages, when I began to play, you listened to the tune, taught me to re- arrange, got me through.