The urbanization of transportation makes everyday like a trip through the airport/ my fare card is short and I’m at the gates of Court/ 1-800 DC do you have text support?/ It really much simpler than it
In the streets, Everyone is trapped in their own silence or rockin’ to their own drum, I feel like the books Acts in the midst of diverse tongues. Spanish, German, Korean all tied to this land of freedom/ I be seeing, Slavic looking faces from East Euro & golden complexions from East Africa, whether it’s Eti or Eri, watching these men’s eyes in th district cause I know that some of them are fairies & I’m allergic to magic dust, AH aH Achew, does somebody have a tissue/ movement on the escalator becomes an issue, the mantra is 'stand on the right and walk on the left', but it’s all the same/ we are all huddled and hurried in this crazy game/ Thousands of interns and young professional, sophisticated individuals/ We brew coffee as an everyday ritual, for the daily grind/ this battle against time, For eating on the Metro I heard this little girl got fined/ So I’m Marching up the escalator/ It’s a constant climb, but I'm stubbornly thinking that I can beat time. Time. Time. Time.
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