I'm riding on the 5.40 

Taking people back home in the morning 

Find a safe spot and curl up against the window 

Thoughts forming in my head, i'm on a thin rope 

Disjointed, before this breaking day pointed 

Me back in the right direction, close contact 

With do you want more?!!!??! and prose combat 



Deep in this blue moment holding me tight 

I turn around and travel back to the beginning 

Plan to stay there all night 

No preventing the fact that time is ticking faster 

But i'm past the point where losing a day is a disaster 

Last a minute more than the mind ever expected 

Find a memory, connect it to a december week, in effect it's 

The summer washed away, these moments getting shorter 

I still remember sleeping in the smell of salt water 



I never thought the day would arrive when the 

Same music once able to drive people insane and burn 

Turntables alive would suddenly start to turn sour 

Polished unrecognizable, slowly devour 

It's surroundings, people howling "new masterpiece!" 

Your latest mix, who passed the p's and made a switch? 

Now it's 2 double-zero 3, more mighty tricks 

And i would rather see an album like the one in 96 

When i spent practically every morning content 

Just to wear your tape out on the way to school or represent 

The kind of rugged raw attitude the music related 

Flaring like the yellow street lights, illuminated 

By a creative force that seemed impossible to harness 

My favorite artist hands down, came and played the hardest 

Bands down, on that february night 

For years to come, ain't seen nothing of the like 



CHORUS 



It's out of order, out of control, now the border patrol 

Is after you, is it too distorted a goal 

To take aim and claim we need a war at a whole 

Group of artists gone and done fall in a hole? 

What they preach is nothing more than glamour and glitz 

Elaborate pics, bigger in score, camera tricks 

Triggering more enamor with fame, sore because 

This famine inflicts pain on the stomach and brain 

For more loud token RnB vocals 

If you're outspoken, the power to keep your mouth open 

Might quickly turn against you, i'm proceeding wide awake 

Breath in, and there's never been a finer day 

To spend trying to wait for the minutes to pass 

Now i'm treading on a sinister path, better finish it fast 

And this pen is the last thing left 

I wish it had more letters to cast 



CHORUS x 2