There's a DJ makin replays of fly tracks while we sit back
Enjoying the rushing scenery of beautiful greenerys
Delighting the eyes as the scent of the pines hits our noses
A door closes as newcomers come thru with that one, two
This train is a place I come home to
Like that McKnight joint on point with his crooning melodies
sellin me felonies for being that fly, my mental elevation's so high
that my sighs could tickle God's cheeks but here I speak
trying to work this flow, trying to be good to go on my end of being
a Boxcar Babe, trying to make my rhymes stick so my words can never fade...


<===== ain't she cute as a button??