I see pain and anguish on a daily basis
Some places seem to reek of it and keep it like radiation
Really it's
Wreaked havoc, unspeakable sadness, and anger
Laying beneath faces yet to face it
Feelings fading, feeling faded
A year sober
And what do I have to show for it?
I'm here
Closer than ever to the epicenter of all of my goals and endeavors
But if objects in the mirror are closer than they appear
Well, the objects I set my optics on appear to be au contraire
They told me the city was cold
Yesterday walking home I saw a dead man in the street
That is no figure of speech
I don't know his name or who was to blame
It was dark on Eastern Parkway when that car came
And in fact, the light was green
And his life would be intact
Til that contact
I didn't see it happen
But as the ambulances arrived to the scene of the accident
It was angst to witness on the faces the sirens illuminated
Some would say they were just tryna peep the action
Human nature
Who's to say?
Sometimes I think I'm just hallucinatin
Sometimes I think I'm a hallucination, but
I saw a dead man laying face down in the street
And I know it could've been me
But then I went home and I fell asleep
And then I woke up worried
Bout how many people aren't listening to me
They told me the city was cold
But now I think it's just too busy