It's cold, I'm Bundled...
I step foot underground...Rumble.
The tunnel, dark and never ending
A,B,C,D Different destinations sending.
32 minutes, 808's Blasting...
Crowded, no personal space, no breakfast, fasting.
Bumping, rocking back and forth...
$2 rides, bout to go up..man what a joke.
Transfers, Crowds, Announcements, arrival.
Destination reached, sleep in denial.
Start of the day...start it off blurry,
Late to work again man, damn I'm in a hurry.
Settle in, log it in, get to work Headaches kickin'
Real life sucks, Imagination or bust.