Be it may, I may not be the loudest of voices
I look for the corners, I am the worry's refrain
Every day, I see people with ruining choices
With mine drying far from the storm and the ruining rain
On the road, I am walking
With the street singing colors of everyone humming before
Every beat is a rhythm we need
Be it may, the way lots are thrown favors the A-list
Looking for the corners, the world is a hurrying train
Every day, I see people with nothing to do with a hate fist
In a line lying further from home with a cross by their name
On the road, I am walking
With the street singing colors of everyone humming before
Every beat is a rhythm we need
Oh, the moan, you are mocking
With the street bleeding colors of everyone running before
I cannot breathe
Every beat is a rhythm we bleed
Breathe, breathe
Breathe
