my face is leaned up on her n blocks a coptic smile she got the understated she got the car crash hands she got my size ten meathooks they hide a gangees tongue she knows the lawless shan lands she walks a modal mile i stay sub merged for two days i may go back for three i m backing off till morning to follow bassline leads i m standing still on 10th street i m not the only one i want this night to stretch us there s plenty left to know i walked a million marchers and i got million hands it s all just blistered slipstream it s all just space to run i pull the budda hamstring i m looking homer tides i clean the pipe hea scrapings i m not the only one the street breath is upon me we walk the river miles the ageless cities waiting in gospell bus stop eyes you re asking more than reason she ransom freestyle flow she not the only one i m not the only one she wait with dread upon her she wait butnot for i i try the sky for reason it just won t trust me still i know there s more than i see i know there s more to tell she wait down by the river she knows but keeps it well