Street Knowledge

How do I know that destiny is slow
I used to be a worker bee but now I'm a drone
Sun is bright and reflections are sweet
We hear our voices carried on a photon breeze

In one ear and out the other
The voices they trail like a comet’s tail
Fly through the night with you on my rug
Like a convocation of a meteor trail

Remember the city in the summer time
You know the streets were alive
With the sound of the hive
They don't know now had they known that song plays forever on the radio

(Street knowledge, knowledge)