LOOKIN'  BACK
                                                                 By Riley Lincoln

                                                                  West Palm Beach, FL

                                                                    July 2011

I was lookin'

Back to see

If you were lookin'

Back to see

If you were lookin' 

Back at me

If you were lookin'

Back at me

To see

If I was lookin'

Back to see

If you're lookin'

Back at me

You were lookin' at me

'cause I could see

That you were lookin' 

Back at me

So I looked back to see

If you were lookin'

back at me

But I could plainly see

You were lookinm'

back at me

To see

If you were lookin'

Back to see

Because you were lookin' 

Back at me

Look back and you'll see

If you were lookin' 

back at me

That's all that

I could see

You were lookin'

Back at me

Lookin' back to see

You were lookin' back at me

That was for me to see

You were lookin'

Back at me

                          COCAINE  PLANE   by Riley Lincoln
                                                                                                                            West Palm Beach, FL
                                                                                                                             2010
I know you all sang, riding the train, high on cocaine.

Life has changed, it's now riding the plane, down that white line of cocaine.

It's doctors, lawyers, thieves and the insane,

But they all have to fly the plane down the white line of pain.


Then there are the athletic stars, people think they go to bars.

But first they take that old plane up to the stars

and they feel fine

After landing on the big white line,


And there are the politicians who stand there, look you in the eye

And promise another big lie,

They all get up in the morning and hop on the plane,

And land on the big white line of shame,


Then there's your beautiful wife who gets on the plane and is short of money,

The pilot smilesw as she unzips his pants and calls him "honey,"

They all ride the cocaine plane down the big white line

And think it is fine,


But one day when you land

And the big white line has gone and turned to sand,

You will lose your breath

And standing at the end of the runway is Doctor Death.

"Hello, my children, how do you do?

I have come for you,"

                          

                    SLOW  DOWN  BABY

                                     (ROCK SONG)

                               By Riley Lincoln

                                               West Palm Beach, FL

                                                October, 2010

Slow down baby,

You're going too fast

Slow down baby

You're not going to last

Slow down baby,

You're going way too fast

Slow down baby,

They're wanting to write your past.

You're going way too fast

Slow down baby,

If you don't slow down

You won't be around

Slow down, baby, slow down.

You're going way too fast.

     (REPEAT)