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)