Meet me in the middle
In the middle of the night
Coldcock wind in a dead streetlight
Faint taste of a whole other life
Big wins at the big fight
I think about it
Think about it every time
Lash smacks on my closed eye
I don’t believe it
I don’t even try
Don’t try cause I just might

It’s a different brand of bullshit
And it’ll never go away
Until a different brand of bullshit
Comes to take it’s place

Black cats walk with me on the sidewalk
You better not cross my path
My bodega gets wild in the late night
Kid walks by on the sidewalk mumbling a rap
Work it out kid
Work it out
Promise I’ll listen if you just work it out
He said we got roaches in the holes of our shoes
But we’re not mad cause everybody needs a house