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I’ve seen, I’ve been

I know the roads like the back of my hands, S.O.S

I’ve seen, I’ve read, I’ve hoped too (much)

I’ve been, I’ve owed, I’ve loaned too (much)

I’ve seen, I’ve been

I know the roads like the back of my hands, S.O.S

I woke up late again

Walked down to the bus stop slumping

Last night rained buckshot and

I barely made it in

Thinking to myself I can never find space

Then the bus came late but I left my change, damn

Left foot, right foot then looks like I’m walking

Too much, too many folk

Too many high, too many low

City breathing down your neck

Then it grabs your throat and it won’t let go

But I know this road won’t ever let you be

Then I saw his heap, is he dead or asleep?

Tourniquet tied right around his bicep

Tighter than a vice-grip squeeze his sleeve

Teeth held the cap of the hypodermic needle

Arm leg a leg a arm head lay feeble

Tar make a man look dead like beetle

Face all burled up in the fetal

But he high like an eagle when he asks for change

Anything I give him out the venom in his vein

Send him into heaven courtesy St. James

And well, that ain’t my name

I’ve seen, I’ve read, I’ve hoped too (much)

I’ve been, I’ve owed, I’ve loaned too (much)

I’ve seen, I’ve been

I know the roads like the back of my hands, S.O.S

I’ve seen, I’ve read, I’ve hoped too (much)

I’ve been, I’ve owed, I’ve loaned too (much)

I’ve seen, I’ve been

I know the roads like the back of my hands, S.O.S

Don’t hit the snooze ever

I’m like 47 deep and that’s not even decent sleep

I’m dreaming bout robotic sheep, I’m later than that

Whatever type of late you think you is, show your references

Androids like you got a whole lot lot of messages

Yeah yeah yeah this is what I slept in

Up and out coffee in the mouth jetting

Catching up pedal to the floor texting

Metal up expressing sections

Pressing hexes learning no lesson

Flexing like every intersection, wait

Oh my god I almost hit him with a car

Little kid ran quick to the middle

I was fixed in the middle of a text maybe

Fiddling with knobs

God, what are the odds I could’ve …

Pulled to the curb, head to the wheel

Sweating artillery, don’t pack steel

Look up to a situation similar to opening an

Invitation asking you to die

Dad’s like die, Mom’s like die

I’m like fine little boys like crying

Step out to a fist in the eye

Took it like a champ didn’t even ask why

Didn’t even flex, didn’t even think twice

He didn’t put together that I wasn’t trying to fight

I said please accept my apology

I’ll just leave here responsibly

I’m glad your boy’s okay

I’ve seen, I’ve read, I’ve hoped too (much)

I’ve been, I’ve owed, I’ve loaned too (much)

I’ve seen, I’ve been

I know the roads like the back of my hands, S.O.S

I’ve seen, I’ve read, I’ve hoped too (much)

I’ve been, I’ve owed, I’ve loaned too (much)

I’ve seen, I’ve been

I know the roads like the back of my hands, S.O.S (S. S. S.)

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