Seems like a typical night
No drunks heated in a bar fight
Rapping up the loose ends
And wish the band a pleasant night
Headed towards the elevator
Got to get home
Before the night wind shifts
Putting people on attack
Hit the button then step back
As two dudes emerge
Never noticed me standing
As they continue passing words
To immersed in their identity to notice my endeavor
Caught in the tether
Like a boat docked for bad weather
The bell rings
As the doors slide a side
And i tried to walk inside the elevator
With no place to face
Noticed by one
But the other starts to back over me
Well composed
I exude excuse
As he jumps to move
Claiming i was to dark
And blended with room
A stunning joke
That pokes upon the racist note
He udders more
But i ignore
Waiting for the door
Just want to get home before the night resembles war
But there's more
3 stooges by the bike rack
Pop on the headphone and focus on unlocking
Got away clean
Only portion of way
When another group started yelling something i refuse to say
Oh what a day when night is much worse
Just trying to make a living before i exit the earth
Put in the dirt
For simply heading home after work
Cold stuck
In a tragic situation
Just want to make it home before the night calls and hate phlegm
The day was nice
But it's turned into escaping
Just want to make it home with no attack on testing patients
Lets take it back in the day
Before the title of a sound tech
1990 something before music would take effect
Another day in the city of gritty nap
Asked to head to the grocery to pick up some food
A bundle of dollars were handed asking if it would due
Push thru the door running down the steps in a rush
Head down the alley
Get to the street and hit the cross light
I can see the corner store but notice red and blue lights
Ask to slow it down and turn around without fus
Said i fit the description
You need to come with us
Took me to a back alley
Letting the dogs bark to scare
Pat me down like a criminal
Pulling cash from my pocket
A dangerous situation that can end in two ways
Jail or death
They still get paid
Where bloody bodies lay
And i'm suppose to act like it's typical day
In a war zone
Need to be home with no delay
Cold stuck
In a tragic situation
Just want to make it home before the night calls and hate phlegm
The day was nice
But it's turned into escaping
Just want to make it home with no attack on testing patients