*88.5, Chicago. Yeah, I shoot the gift on the radio station (repeat)

88.5, HPK was the only station that we f___ around.

88.5, Chicago. On the radio station.

Takin' a train (repeated and faded out)*

The red line is the thin spot

I roll down the back of a city overgrown and overtaxed

The wack stands of the rich pick a thin

pockets bare and scatter, the skeletons of cultures with no rent control

Pattering feet of prostitutes and penny brown

children trades glass glades sweet for someone to pay or to listen

I glisten like the question in the shorty's eyes

sleeping in the train-car at the Lawrence stop when I get in

Making pillows out of bare arms while I'm posturing poems

but I can't name these eyes or the idea of less than home

Home be unfinished it that fate hasn't sown

in the skirt of an evening over mornings waste blown

I see the moon I see the go going by on stilts

as mouths wilt and turn blinded to girls' eyes

Fate's hands have holes, we hold hope by the collar

color red the closed eyes shut tight on the dollar

Wills rock-heads to sleep, my eyes peal all the way

to memorize a sleeping girl's face and bring it to PK

Oh, s___ I'm late I got a bus to make to take the 35th and State

Get on the Dan Ryan red line and head downtown

With head down experience life in surround sound

Rhythematic speech occurs when the crowd's around

Besides I'm still waiting on the train, plus I'm late already

and how the f___ am I gonna get downtown and back to WHPK

Man its already 8:40, too much thinkin

I gotta keep this freestyle steady, now freestyles over things

like this point to the fact that I'm sober

I need weed, yo f___ the mission to the record store

to put CD's on consignment just for fickle

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