lyrics by Jackson Dawes

In my mid-20's, I became good friends with a gang member named José I
didn't believe any of his claims at the time
about being up there in the gang I won't mention about the attempts that had been made on his life about the things he had done to other people It sounded like self-aggrandizing bullshit Later on, I had good cause to believe all of it. All of it. He had tattoos that looked kinda suspicious We'd be in Jackson Heights and people gave him a wide berth He drove like an absolute maniac Drunk and swerving, doing 90 on the B.Q.E. He worked at the plan desk at my office He'd deliver blueprints and stuff all over the city I assume this was kind of like a cover job Because he always seemed to have a good amount of cash He had tattoos that looked kinda suspicious We'd be in Jackson Heights and people gave him a wide berth He drove like an absolute maniac Drunk and swerving, doing 90 on the B.Q.E. Then one day José was gone Just disappeared Maybe dead. Maybe on the run I heard rumors, but I never saw him again.