In that sorrow of
faking your kind
Don't, don't you hear your kind?
In and outside, I'm thinking you're kind
Do we have the time?
Say the time,
don't you hear you're kind?
Could you play around?
Do we have the time?
Sense the street, got a different beat
And it takes him on,
it takes him on, on, go
Say the time,
don't you hear you're kind?
Could you play around?
Do we have the time?
Since it's in the street,
got a different beat
And it takes him over
He fits the shades,
pushes the elevator button and he waves
Five floors down to the bottom
of the case
Pulling his hip up right close to his face
But it's cold outside, yeah we know
He passes the playground
on the ground floor
It's a little beat up, but
good history though
So we shot to the glace and
it's still kinda broke
Huh, he passes new kids to remember
Late summertime, early
September
Blocking the reflection from his window
Playing
Double
Dragon on his
Nintendo
Those were the days he says
Not to worry in a world like them
Kids that just passed walked right by him
As he pushed on a glass
door on his way in
Out of nowhere someone shouts
His name pulling they cellphones out
Asking for a picture with
the man if he minds
What can he say but, alright
So he takes his sabers off
Even though he really doesn't want
And even though it only feels wrong right now,
but he plays along
Say the time,
don't you hear you coming?
Could you play around?
Do we have the time?
Since the street got a different beat
And it takes him on, it takes him on
Go on, go on
Say the time,
don't you hear you coming?
Could you play around?
Do we have the time?
Since the street got a different beat,
and it takes him over
Post for the camera, grin in the flash,
can't nobody picture what's underneath that
He is a young man without knee pads,
if he falls down then the sound goes crash
Cuz of the runs to the pavement,
you tell him what he gon' do when the fame ends
When the radio don't wanna play him,
and the magazines don't wanna page it
This in the back of his mind,
right over his head like a little black cloud
Fighting with the stove right now,
that does explain the heat that he sounds
And then the pace that he steps,
always on his way somewhere looking stressed
Sitting on the subway, no license,
ain't driving no car, no plans on it
On, you step on and on, it's mine
You step on and on, on
You step on and on, it's mine
It takes his mind, on, go on
He sees them glance,
whisper to they friends
Some of them laugh,
it's still too new for him to get used to that
But what can you expect with
the year that he's had?
It's been in his joints round the clock,
he face down
Looks at his watch,
doesn't look up for the next couple stops
Tryin' to avoid all the eyes that he got
And not to go over y 'all heads,
you don't know shit about what it's like to be him
Always in the scope, screwin' ideas,
he can never be as private again
And the same thing goes for the girls,
always on his toes, always in a twirl
Cause he on the road, all over the world,
rollin' that stone, bein' on the surf
Really who's he to know what
the intentions are?
He keeps em low, and he keeps away
If ever he would need some space
Every time he on the break,
every time he on the wait
It's thoughts like that that circulate
Thoughts like that that circulate
Thoughts like that that circulate
Thoughts like that that circulate
Thoughts like that that circulate
Thoughts like that that circulate
Just like that, let's circulate.
Just like that, let's circulate.
It's over.
Is it that easy?
It was like that.
It was like playing hide and
How?
The police chase you and you hide.