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)