Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal
Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle
My job's ain't a job, it's a damn good time
City to city, I'm running my rhymes
You wander around on your own little cloud
When you don't see the why or the wherefore
You walk out on me when we both disagree
'Cause to reason is not what you care for
When it's cold outside and you want to sleep in
go for a pallet that's so nice and thin.
Zip it on around while it's on the ground,
spread it out and lay it on down
I know it's not my fault, I did my best
God knows this heart of mine could use a rest
But more and more I find the dreams I left behind
Are somehow too real to replace
The way you do the bop
Like a spinnin' top
The Pachuco Hop and the L.A. Slop
You make a street car stop
At the soda shop
And my eye-balls pop..................great album
All over the country, I'm seeing the same,
Nobody's winning, at this type of game,
We gotta do better, it's time to begin,
You know all the answers
Must come from within.
See that train over there
That's the train of freedom
It's about to arrive any minute now
You know it's been a long, long overdue
Look out 'cause it's a comin' right on through
If you don't like a single thing that I'm saying
If you're offended when I demonstrate
Don't mean a damn to me and I shall continue
Hope you won't mind if I control my fate