The Story

G-Life was given his voice from the gods and was a gift and a blessing and he used it a lot He never thought twice when you know it's time to go hard He did drugs, did women, music was a second thought He did mad shows, but he never gave it his all He'd get drunk, get loud, and either brawl or fall He didn't put in the work, ignore the emails or calls And then he wondered why he couldn't make himself a star So the gods stripped him of his power, they took that gift back Too much riff rap, no pool party, splish splash His voice was gone, wasn't long before this passed His fame and his destiny all gone in an instant No, he couldn't let that go So he went on a journey to find the greatest band in the world Yeah, he needed chops and strings, and he knew someday again he would sing It was a long, long time ago, in a place not far away When I first heard from Grace, and now I lay in this bed I made It was a long, long time ago, in a place not far away When I first heard from Grace, and now I lay in this band I made G-Life, yeah, he journeyed and scoured But with no voice, knowledge became his power So he read up all the books, learned all about the industry Begged the gods for his voice back, said it's killing me Picked up his guitar and his ukulele He didn't know much, but said he'd practice them daily He found another man to jam Into the master Q ball, violin in hand So they jammed from city to city, getting his gritty voice back But still kinda sounded real pitiful, getting real shitty, full wasted They said you're falling for Grace, kid, so they separate ways did More hurting, soul searching, more bourbon, still swerving Working all weekend, trying to get his voice back, but hardly speaking Leaping off the deep end, just drinking, no eating It was a long, long time ago, in a place not far away When I first heard from Grace, and now I lay in this bed I made It was a long, long time ago, in a place not far away When I first heard from Grace, and now I lay in this band I made G-Life was in a jam, Pookie was the man Eligh was the show, they won the respect of the fans Family, they became us when the journey all began Five years of touring in the back of a van And when you think that things just couldn't get better G-Life recalled the greatest violinist ever Q rejoined the crew, it was the funnest But the gods wanted the trio's wickedness punished They snuck in and tried to steal his voice again And got stabbed in the neck by G-Life's poison pen Pookie popped up, gave him chops in his throat and head Q-Ball bowed his head off and the gods were dead Enough said, and they kept rolling Ain't nothing wholesome more like fear and loathing You love the product because the poison is potent Debaucherous, now godless, the tires keep smoking It was a long, long time ago, in a place not far away When I first heard from Grace, and now I lay in this bed I made It was a long, long time ago, in a place not far away When I first heard from Grace, and now I lay in this band I made