Last Day

Sitting at the bus stop on West Coast Road Roll with my headphones banging in the red zones Stoned, trying to get home Next to some lesbo dressed in a trench coat [?] Fresh out the rest home This feels like it's death row Plus the bus running late, supposed to come at 8 and now it's 9 and I don't want to wait Around with these wierdos dressed like scarecrows Metallica shirts and the plates in their earlobes So I start walking, just to kill the boredom Pass a Harvey Norman and a sneaker store And that was when I saw them: 87 weapons Fresh from the heavens undefeated size 11's 'You got 10's?' He said he'll get them from the back While he's gone I just watch them shine on the rack Fighting with my mind: one guy is like, 'You wanna scrap' The other's like, 'Hm, What's wrong with that?' See I could tell you some shit But I ain't gonna act like nobody slaved for this letterman that's on my back [?], this is more subconscious rap I'm just trying to make an honest, track But it's hard to be a man and a sneaker fan Holding kicks made in Vietnam, playing [?] Singing about freedom and veganism while I eat a hamburger Should her off and listen to some Steely Dan Cause I love the custard cremes and the [?] greens Plus I got a hundie I could blow it on a couple T's Sick of wearing crusty jeans with busted seams So fuck my dreams, 'Bro how much are these?' He said a hundred, that's when I started wonder what is Was that I wanted, the kicks? Or just the confidence? And then, something clicked and I left And my fucked up New Balance took another step on the path way (way) Just trying to live it like last day (day), not trying to worry what the stars say (naa) Just trying to give it (my all) cause all I'm given (this life) That's why I'm living like my last day, just gotta listen what my heart say No time for stressing what you can't change (naa) Just trying to give it (my all) cause all I'm given (this life) That's why I'm living like my last day Sitting on a slow boat to Thailand, staring out the right hand Side paradise as far as the eye can see Feeling like, man, this just a giant ant crawling on a flying rock carrying some eye candy So, why am, I so caught up in what I have, I want, I need, iPad, my bad I must have forgot how hard life can be For people they here dying for some rice and peace They live of the Earth digging in dirt Dirt we [?] Turned into rice that wasn't as burned with no concern and it's like that [?] then its right back to life roll up the herb, smoke up the world Like empathy is only a word I think our heads got big as the bird We say they live in the third, who are we to say that this is the first Only cause we ain't got a second, to give to a beggin' Man or a hand to lend, and armageddon say they lower class, but steal the teachers for your yoga class What's life, go and ask the fisherman that's strollin' past my window Show me a mansion with more manners than this temple Drunk off the beer essentials, 'can it be that is was all so simple' Before the East Side moved central We praise the elegant high flyers and billionaires They praise the elephants, white tigers, and grizzly bears Smiling through the worst flood they had in 50 years Cause they say everything comes, and then it disappears They got no hipsters here Nobody bitching about the shit they wear Nobody consumed by consumerism here And they ain't got no prisons here, because the systems fair They just just existin' here livin' as if it's their last day