Cigarette from the Street

Let's talk about John John is a little boy from the hood Always dreamed to end up in Hollywood He wanted better, but never has he reached his goals However deep inside the fire burns like a fever Mornings till the bedtime he will stay in his pyjamas Loitering soul avoiding all the dramas Titties and mamas wait in the Bahamas Fantasized life keeps clear from all the traumas And what about Lou, there he goes Choose a scheme going "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe" And John is anxious, glimpse of the real just leaked there A long walk will calm this big head Cigarette from the street I got something to say inside of my head now Cigarette from the street I put my headphones on the mix will turn me on Cigarette from the street I got something to say inside of my head now Cigarette from the street The journey won't stop now Let's talk about Lucie, should we The girl is such a cutie Her world ain't got no groove, it's a loop like a movie Health and wealth are yours, why so gloomy She lacks explanation and perception still this state is not new See, depression hits "boom" can't skip this shit Been like that for years, numbness is her new life kit And brain goes "why, why, why chica why, why, why" "Why some random shit can make you cry, cry, cry" Not so many friends who could understand, or they can't Could be lame, not so cool to expose what is in her brain Sunny afternoon and she's got to free those raw thoughts Sets her playlist and heads towards the local park Cigarette from the street I got something to say inside of my head now Cigarette from the street I put my headphones on the mix will turn me on Cigarette from the street I got something to say inside of my head now Cigarette from the street The journey won't stop now Cigarette butt You will see them in the streets and in the city getting lit While walking to the beat and bumping too Depends on the present mood Happiness and anger, all the dreamers and the downers use this trick to free their mind For a moment loose That includes your brother too That includes your mother too All put a song, use their lungs like a barbecue And now folks I've got to leave ya Got an appointment with my ratpack Franck Sinatra Cigarette from the street I got something to say inside of my head now Cigarette from the street I put my headphones on the mix will turn me on... The journey won't stop now