The Crash

I was halfway to sleep, faded off the sour
Not knowin' that ride could've been my last hour
I see it clear now, it was back in '85
Road looked clear, so we were doing 'bout 85
A smooth sail had turned into a crazy ride
I wish I'd told my homie to watch the way you drive
Maybe If I had told him then he would still be alive
One second we were crusing, the next he did a swerve
We'd gone off the road, and straight onto the curve

Head on collision with the guard rail
And I’m a firm believer that God’s real
I felt my van crash against the hard steel
At that point I couldn’t tell you how my heart felt
Looked over to my brother, no seatbelt
He'd taken full impact of the crash
Head drippin' with blood on the dash
I seen it happen, we was spinning like a bottle top
And I was praying Lord make the bottle stop