Chicago was late again, and all I know is that we're sleeping on the pavement. Listening to words and conversations, forming
bruises on my back. A small caffeinated glow from a coffee cup is enough to keep my hopes up. When its raining its all I
envision. That glow, is enough to keep me pushing through all of this. As were going through the motions of some megabus
bullshit. Gotta make it to the Riviera. Hello, Brooklyn. As I'm looking down your streets I know they're not good for me.
So, hello Brooklyn. This windy city's got us tripping and stumbling over a misread fortune told from the back of my hand.
They're sweating over the grin and the looks of a broken rundown lobby from the view of a worn out sidewalk. Splitting the cracks
in the middle of the afternoon. Farewell, Brooklyn. As I'm looking down your streets I know they're not good for me. So, farewell
Brooklyn. Edge of the deep end now not knowing how to swim. So we'll just jump in and learn to tread water again. Our lungs will
never be this full again.