City lights
Shining in my living-room at night
Cold wind
Creeping through those cracks and holes again
Copters fly
Chopping air around us for some real important guy
Motorcade
Again I wait, again I'm late
Metro
Not where ya want to go but at least they'll get you there slow
Close space
Crush of people, yet not one sees my face
Sirens wail
Telling tale of another human fail
Semi brakes
Screeches, scrapes and noise thank-you Jake
Neighbor's bass
Thumpin through, vibrating the whole place
They smell my weed
Likely thinks it's sport well, baby, it's a need