I'm counting the cracks and I'm counting the seams
I'm opening eyes with the things I'm teaching
And I will never come to this
When I woke up this morning I smelled bliss
The sun peered in and I looked outside
I looked a hummingbird right in her eye
And she will never sing her song
About how she fell from a nest built so strong
I wrote a multi-volume narrative
Containing reasons for the lives we live
It corresponded with the things I've lost
I've been frugal but I've paid the costs
The aura from the city makes me eclectic
Numerous buildings tall, symmetrical
I've been to slums and I've seen the streets
In tenant houses, kids have dirty feet
Another politic's guilt, they still don't repent
Our minds are controlled by the dollars and cents
Breathing in what your body puts out
In the soup line, there's always another mouth
The trains arrive and the people go by
The air was wet and the ground was dry
Sometimes the hardest things will come
At a point in life when your legs won't run
Measuring signs all across the state
Walking in patterns one can't calculate
You have your beliefs but they start to abate
You swear you love him, but you still hesitate
Often service can be spread so thin
Then why is it based on the color of skin?
From time to time, I wish I painted
To let the brush describe the me I hate
Extensive details can be heard in my head
It's just an excuse to not get out of the bed
This is caused from a lack of motivation
A supplement of a lack of sensation
I will see you in the news
I will see you in the news
I will see you in the news
I will see you in the news