Lyndon B. Magic Johnson - Banquets

I used to run, I had dimes slipping through my hands

I left these kids behind

I had a town that could understand

And I put all my faith in loving arms

And brought myself back home

By day, in debt, by night, I slept

In a bed that would soon be broke

And when I went blind

Step one: Burning eyes by the sun

Back to brash and lonely, please don’t deserve me

For every 'try', I got a 'fail'

I should have more bitter within me

But I just need some hurt to heal

I hope you burn your hands picking up the coals

Picking up the coals

I hope you burn your hands picking up the coals

Picking up the coals