I'm riding on the 5.40    Taking people back home in the morning    Find a safe spot and curl up against the window    Thoughts forming in my head, i'm on a thin rope    Disjointed, before this breaking day pointed    Me back in the right direction, close contact    With do you want more?!!!??! and prose combat       Deep in this blue moment holding me tight    I turn around and travel back to the beginning    Plan to stay there all night    No preventing the fact that time is ticking faster    But i'm past the point where losing a day is a disaster    Last a minute more than the mind ever expected    Find a memory, connect it to a december week, in effect it's    The summer washed away, these moments getting shorter    I still remember sleeping in the smell of salt water       I never thought the day would arrive when the    Same music once able to drive people insane and burn    Turntables alive would suddenly start to turn sour    Polished unrecognizable, slowly devour    It's surroundings, people howling "new masterpiece!"    Your latest mix, who passed the p's and made a switch?    Now it's 2 double-zero 3, more mighty tricks    And i would rather see an album like the one in 96    When i spent practically every morning content    Just to wear your tape out on the way to school or represent    The kind of rugged raw attitude the music related    Flaring like the yellow street lights, illuminated    By a creative force that seemed impossible to harness    My favorite artist hands down, came and played the hardest    Bands down, on that february night    For years to come, ain't seen nothing of the like       CHORUS       It's out of order, out of control, now the border patrol    Is after you, is it too distorted a goal    To take aim and claim we need a war at a whole    Group of artists gone and done fall in a hole?    What they preach is nothing more than glamour and glitz    Elaborate pics, bigger in score, camera tricks    Triggering more enamor with fame, sore because    This famine inflicts pain on the stomach and brain    For more loud token RnB vocals    If you're outspoken, the power to keep your mouth open    Might quickly turn against you, i'm proceeding wide awake    Breath in, and there's never been a finer day    To spend trying to wait for the minutes to pass    Now i'm treading on a sinister path, better finish it fast    And this pen is the last thing left    I wish it had more letters to cast       CHORUS x 2