living in the fast lane the cabbie doesn't wave when i let em in mad at the life that chose him going everywhere but never stepping in i understand, i keep my breath underhand when i tackle turns flowin in the fast lane while my cheeba burns burning the midnight keys for summer songs between the spaces of flesh and thongs i right my wrongs i call em planets and stars yet scars always remain to mark the passing of change in my veins i've laid the foundation for my steps, the future frets on oak strung with sax notes, i've clothes on my back i've deamons on my back too, i shake off the attack and set bystanders in effect when i come through...
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He looks determined without being ruthless Something heroic in this man, there's a courage about him Doesn't look like a killer Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream Full of passion