Ghetto street lites, crack pipes, bottles breakin street fights. air so thick you could pull it aside like a curtain and look deeper into the night. chore boy smokin, blowin up like fire flys, wide eyes your turn for mouth burns. Invisible armies wakin slowly in the darkness, a candle lit to shoot that shit, and lay back down in a under ground palace of some developers forgotten dream, claimed back to nature by the feens, Someplace yall aint never been but I sat there silent as a ghost in a ghosts world as piles of arms and legs came to life and start their 5 to 9.
I said Im in control but know the diesel got the reins, i got my hands upon the wheel but I cant hear my angel sayin, the things Im sposed to listen to , I just keep on drivin me and you, diablo of my dreams you slowly spoil everything. I been thru it enough times It should seem old, but its never enough, never enough to fill you up.
You learn to be invisible to see things unfold around you, breathe the night until your lungs are full and chokin with that downward pull, til youd be happy anywhere as long as you can nod out, no concern while a steady smoldering spark of newport burns out. your face lookin like a angel laid down to rest peace behind your eyelids and nothin beats inside your chest. The night magic will hold you close til morning light stretches its fingers and grabs the city from its spell its night time fantasy and youre just another body nothin beautiful just a junkie passed out behind some house and no one knows or come to see, Your toe tag, No ID.
but til then your soul travels up over the roof tops and smoke stacks, projects and leaky roofs, take it all in, Be everything you want to be. Be the world, let it exist inside your memory, dont forget one second before your one way trip to heaven or beyong....Behind scarred up apartment doors TVs blare and guns are shined and wiped clean. little rubber bands plink across their bricks like a mini home made guitar band on the underside of life. babies cry out 9th floor fire excapes and it rides on the air til the sound gets swallowed by the smog. Outside on the sidewalk swagga meets with unknown darkness on the other side of the block, But he walks careful prepared and ready for that fatal shot. Every day you got to be ready its all we know, cuz ya never know, when ya gonna go.....
Slow motion ripples of voices passin thru the air like mollasses, smack and hit the wall and silenced. dont pay that no mind , it aint for you to find out.
My nights electric full of possibilities somebody down the street kicks a stone and it explodes into echoes down the alley way. Street life, you can get away from time, Street life, for a nickel or a dime. Wails the radio tape deck in a shitty cassette that aint gonna see the junk yard just yet. Under peachy pale moon light you see things as they really are just all one never ending dream, You fly and fly and years go past, you fly until you hit the glass, a broken neck a slowing heart a bird lays twitchin on the ground, such little wings and delicate things that dont want to face the future you found.
I said Im in control but know the diesel got the reins, i got my hands upon the wheel but I cant hear my angel sayin, the things Im sposed to listen to , I just keep on drivin me and you, diablo of my dreams you slowly spoil everything. I been thru it enough times It should seem old, but its never enough, never enough to fill you up.
You learn to be invisible to see things unfold around you, breathe the night until your lungs are full and chokin with that downward pull, til youd be happy anywhere as long as you can nod out, no concern while a steady smoldering spark of newport burns out. your face lookin like a angel laid down to rest peace behind your eyelids and nothin beats inside your chest. The night magic will hold you close til morning light stretches its fingers and grabs the city from its spell its night time fantasy and youre just another body nothin beautiful just a junkie passed out behind some house and no one knows or come to see, Your toe tag, No ID.
but til then your soul travels up over the roof tops and smoke stacks, projects and leaky roofs, take it all in, Be everything you want to be. Be the world, let it exist inside your memory, dont forget one second before your one way trip to heaven or beyong....Behind scarred up apartment doors TVs blare and guns are shined and wiped clean. little rubber bands plink across their bricks like a mini home made guitar band on the underside of life. babies cry out 9th floor fire excapes and it rides on the air til the sound gets swallowed by the smog. Outside on the sidewalk swagga meets with unknown darkness on the other side of the block, But he walks careful prepared and ready for that fatal shot. Every day you got to be ready its all we know, cuz ya never know, when ya gonna go.....
Slow motion ripples of voices passin thru the air like mollasses, smack and hit the wall and silenced. dont pay that no mind , it aint for you to find out.
My nights electric full of possibilities somebody down the street kicks a stone and it explodes into echoes down the alley way. Street life, you can get away from time, Street life, for a nickel or a dime. Wails the radio tape deck in a shitty cassette that aint gonna see the junk yard just yet. Under peachy pale moon light you see things as they really are just all one never ending dream, You fly and fly and years go past, you fly until you hit the glass, a broken neck a slowing heart a bird lays twitchin on the ground, such little wings and delicate things that dont want to face the future you found.
