There is a bus ride, that I take in the morning
Sun Rises as I’m yawning
They say you can make a story out of anything
So let me write this song, you can sing
I’ve got sun in my eyes on this bus ride, feeling some breeze with the water in my eyes
Intercepting the life, but it’s not a pick six
Siting next to an old woman who smells like the death sticks
Life is a blessing, driving across from blessings
A Chinese restaurant, the food is a blessing
Time that I’m missing, money that I’m pissing away
That’s why I had to ride the bus today
Next to shady characters, looking very hazardous
Life right now feels like swing or miss
I’m close to my destination, but I’m living and breathing underneath procrastination
And now I’m looking at skyscrapers that I blame for corporate mechanisms and greed
But they are institutions and programs that I use and need
The bus ride is an eye opening thing
You feel like a peasent but theres no reason you can’t be a king
Self worth thrown into the mix and the devil gets his kicks
But life transcends large houses and cool bling
You are creatures, who…
Ride the bus, and if you want feel free to join us
Warmonger 