Day In The Life

[Verse] Writing rhymes with a heavy heart Lightened the load with time, well, so it would seem Less burdens, less people around is what it means Some days I just leave on my own, nowhere to go But wherever my errant mind will point me Pensive as I pass through the public parks Where Africans keep harrassing you, "want some to spark?" Keep your celery to yourself, prob'ly laced the bag With seeds and stems to increase weight for profit Ignore the attempted sale and keep walking Lately no music's needed when on the move Though empty conversation in trains Is a fucking pain in the rectum, watching people Sit there catatonic stare into a screen And the kids are seen as a distraction, getting cursed out For just wanting affection... damn... Ever seen men ramble, in a language so crude Even to them it's not meant to be understandable? Shabby coats carry ethanol fumes Perm clown nose on, facial lines are canyons too I look into eyes, it seems life left them And blame is a relay baton passed to the next man The gender war is still on, and it grows colder Yet when the hurt surfaces, dirt gets thrown Bones get picked, is the answer really feminism? Or just a reversal of tides? Wherever there is hurt, there's pride - Practice Self-affirmation all you want, make sure not to worship a lie You told yourself to blank out the darkness inside Or don't, whatever man, do what you want I think it's sad when I can't let my feelings be known Over somebody's dishonesty, projected onto me Shows we all are further than we think from maturity And still have to face and conquer our insecurities Healing is in order, when I'm 'bout to meet with friends I visualize the good times upon us The thought alone got me through days of strife And two years of being single, damn, time does fly Seems like I passed the station I was 'bout to get off at Just one stop, no problem, I'll walk back Where I'm headed, just me and the tarmac Iron chains from a rim, I drop the rucksack Extract the Molten ball, shoot, miss completely Need to get some practice in as it seems Dribble one step left, take one step back Release, been doing this move since I was thirteen 45 minutes later, grab a snack, thinking about Sitting on the Golden Sands, with the folks I wouldn't be doing these records without Peace to the fam, suddenly greeted by a person I haven't spoken in years, nice to see you again Where you going? Just clearing my head, you know how it is Laughs are exchanged, I'm on my way back to the crib Sun's still out, tea on the stove Gotta finish this song, just a day in my life In the city of Berlin, broken down in three minutes, I'm gone... Peace