I got a Fresh start and I’m on a mission To draw a sketch of the place I call my home In colors rarely used before Bling bling in a crowded bus stop Equality, while differences increase I stand on the side with my glasses on I see old ladies trying to claim their seats Young fellas trying to take it easy Mothers maneuvering the buggys (Everybody feel like sheep) A man in a suit, has the car broke down? Does he think of the climate? Or the dirty town? Is everybody fighting hard just to get around? But I know there is a time for everyone And I hope that we can all be welcomed home I see Cool cats on the pavement Shaded eyes on the donnas passing by On their way to a secret rendezvous The dark corner of a videogame shop upstairs, the scene of a hazy deal A bum is arrested just outside the door From the dark backyards to the towering hills from the smokers of ****s to the poppers of pills No matter how they all get their fills (Trying to escape what’s standing still) Are you worn out, or just twentyfive cause all them kids wanna get out of town This mama’s mean if you can’t get in line If you find the line at all But I know there is a time for everyone And I hope that we can all be welcomed home I hope that we can all get our stories told I can see, I can see a time when we all unfold When shop was set up for the weak and feeble I never thought you’d be the first in line I know there is a time for everyone
I got a Fresh start and I’m on a mission To draw a sketch of the place I call my home In colors rarely used before Bling bling in a crowded bus stop Equality, while differences increase I stand on the side with my glasses on I see old ladies trying to claim their seats Young fellas trying to take it easy Mothers maneuvering the buggys (Everybody feel like sheep) A man in a suit, has the car broke down? Does he think of the climate? Or the dirty town? Is everybody fighting hard just to get around? But I know there is a time for everyone And I hope that we can all be welcomed home I see Cool cats on the pavement Shaded eyes on the donnas passing by On their way to a secret rendezvous The dark corner of a videogame shop upstairs, the scene of a hazy deal A bum is arrested just outside the door From the dark backyards to the towering hills from the smokers of ****s to the poppers of pills No matter how they all get their fills (Trying to escape what’s standing still) Are you worn out, or just twentyfive cause all them kids wanna get out of town This mama’s mean if you can’t get in line If you find the line at all But I know there is a time for everyone And I hope that we can all be welcomed home I hope that we can all get our stories told I can see, I can see a time when we all unfold When shop was set up for the weak and feeble I never thought you’d be the first in line I know there is a time for everyone
