Waiting at a red light or two
I saw a dude on a bicycle
And he's riding through
A neighborhood that might really
Frighten you in the night
Assuming that you knew
About all the shooting
That happen on occasion
People scraping on the pavement
Of the home invasion
Grey patches on his face
So I know he's aging...
He's probably 40 or so
Been through it
So his standards like 40 below
Steady pedaling to get to
Where he's wanting to go
Police stop him
Probably think he's transporting
The dope
His tank top looking blue and red
Caught in the glow
Of police lights
And it seems like the officers don't
Got evidence but they
Disrespecting him
Aggressive
When they pressing him
Against the car
Checking him for weapons
If they ever really find something
They would definitely
Be arresting him
But u can tell
That they ain't find nothing
So they letting him
Get on his bike
Stand it up again
And keep it pedaling
With no apology
They treating him like he's
Irrelevant
It's unsettling
I wonder why them guys so mean
But I just keep going
When the light turns green
(Hook)
One late night
Driving home
From the studio
See the pain
As they roaming
All through the road
Everybody so use to the usual
I'm just wondering
Why they all do the most
Looking trough my window
And it's so cold...(It's so cold)
Driving through the street lights
And it's so cold...(It's so cold)
It's so cold yo
(Verse 2)
Almost home at the light
Sitting and waiting
The gas station to my right
No longer lit up
It's vacant
It's closed for the night