TypeRight - Dark Streets

Dark streets are where I've always felt most at home
Alone drum beats pumpin through a mobile phone
Footsteps echoin and making you wonder
If there's someone rround the corner ready to put you under

So I sleep but never slumber, retreat into the speakers and they thunder
To me the streets are healing, refreshing like a breeze in the summer
Space for the mind to breathe and clear clutter

Steps keep echoing street lights flickering
Sounds abound while the air keeps thickening
Lit like sin City so my heart rate quickening
Something in the corner just skittering

Stop lights are mirrored but Bent up in the puddles
Reflecting the fact that in feeling mentally muddled
I just need some clarity fuck a bit of prosperity
Concentrate like molarity flexing verbal dexterity

These dark streets they are my therapy
I turn to them when I fear ill collapse like singularities
It's not fair to be comparing me to these embarrassing derelicts
So fuck sparing my feet i walking

One night I went for a walk in the park, followed later by a spark in the dark
The events of the day weighing heavy on heart
It's my 28th year but I'm feeling seventy ought

I'm not just passing time resting and relaxing
Nah it's in my nature to be stressing and attacking
The walls they built between me and my success
Whats next? I tend to obsess, wouldn't pass a drug test

This is my mindstate as I amble cross the yard
Beat kicking bring the sample in hard
My feet just seem to bleed like I was trampling shards
But i'll find the peace to press my stamp on these bars

Later on I came across a stray roaming alone
Broke him off a piece of sandwich thought I'd throw him a bone
More than once I've come to feel I'm broke and alone
Giving some of yours to others helps to open the dome

The pup matched me step for step like my companion
2 souls at once both together and abandoned
I didn't know if I was followin or leading
But I felt we had some commonality in what were seekin

We sneakin down the street in the dark of the night
Til the moon rose high and dark turned light
He shot me a knowing glance then turned right
Disappeared but made his mark on my night and I kept walking

There's something bout the emptiness that makes me feel alive
When the alleys are deserted and the people off my mind
I can finally unravel all the threads that been entwined
I got time, this is how I sit back and unwind

Monuments built for thousands and I'm one
Threads spun like the smoke off the tip of my blunt
Once upon a time I was a dunce with the rhyme
Then I took to dark streets they say you seek and you'll find

You can find me wandering, ponderin, scribing
Lines of both common sense, others inspiring
Why does power turn a quiet mouse to a tyrant
And can I make enough to have a house to retire in?

But I digress, I got one real question
That gnaws at the walls of my cage echo reflecting
As I blend with these streets what am I expecting?
Have I become the very premise I been rejecting?

So I wonder, is this my destiny?
That these dark streets are gonna get the best of me?
Or are they just testing me
Checking if I might become they next accessory

When I got dope emcees who blessed my beats
And a fly woman lying right next to me
I can relax and attest I'm free, but till then I can't rest in peace I keep walking

Written by:
Tyler Wilson

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