You were there when I needed you most.
You gave me reason to live. I thank God for the fact that you did.
Coming up as a kid, I'd crack a bottle open throw it back
holding back the tears like a man, but throwing up at the bridge.

I hit the reservoir with Shane, Jon and Mark through the growing pains
and sparked that Canoga Park keef through the sieve.
While I puffed on a cig I had thoughts of...
leaving the park to head back to the place where I live.

You know I love you, you always watched over me D
and I look up to you knew that there was more to me D.
You always prayed with me, held the rosary with me D.
Thank you for molding me and knowing what I'm going to be.

L.A. will always be a part of me,
and though you were apart from me, you always came first
Motown and Los Angeles, MOLA1,
the chosen one, the Motor City Angel in the church.