my mother went away for a month-long trip
her and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
she made a big mistake by leaving me home
i had to roam so i picked up the phone
dialed ali up to see what was going down
told him i pick him up so we could drive around
took the dodge dart
a '74
my mother left a yard but i needed one more
shaheed had me covered with a hundred greenbacks
so we left brooklyn and we made big tracks
drove down the belt
got on the conduit
came to a toll
we paid and went through it
had no destination
we was on a quest
ali laid in the back so he could get rest
drove down the road for two-days-and-a-half
the sun had just risen on a dusty path
just then a figure had caught my eye
a man with a sombrero who was four feet high
i pulled over to ask were we was at
his index finger he tipped up his hat
el segundo