Big City DC

City lights Shining in my living-room at night Cold wind Creeping through those cracks and holes again Copters fly Chopping air around us for some real important guy Motorcade Again I wait, again I'm late Metro Not where ya want to go but at least they'll get you there slow Close space Crush of people, yet not one sees my face Sirens wail Telling tale of another human fail Semi brakes Screeches, scrapes and noise thank-you Jake Neighbor's bass Thumpin through, vibrating the whole place They smell my weed Likely thinks it's sport well, baby, it's a need