Soul Train Crash

[Intro]
Ah, Ezra, right on time
For real
Okay, uh

[Verse]
I see some soul trains crash off track their destination
Your brother got stabbed in his back and you ain't act, then you complacent
Baby, living life fast all depends on the turf
And being stuck inside the past all depends on his phrasing
Accustomed to the FasTrak toll on that Bay bridge (I heard that)
[?] except it looks like one misplaced it
As subtle as a lap between races before it's hailing
Embossed italic black letters read with no intonation
Re-cropped into a landscape, horizontal, portrait painting
Reconnaissance impacts the simple things that take rethinking
Impossible reactions when I give and get no patience
Since I'm conscious of transactions and decisions that were made with
What they call true compassion I call overdue repayment
I can't speak upon contrast when all they do is show adjacent
Don't like to speak upon them tracks when all I see is rearrangement
I call a lethal blooming flower while it withers on the pavement
But it ain't all that bad, like California cold
On the low Mojave Outpost, NCR Patrol
Like being broken because intact things don't tend to grow
And how the weight upon my backpack puts that pressure on
Slip through the Balkans in that lil' twenty o' eight Peugeot
Since I been out the way they doubt that I'll ever come home
Feel my heart palpitating faster whenever you call
Don't need to calculate, no calculus ever involved