Song: Sidewalk To Somewhere
Album: Run With It
Artist: G8
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released October 26, 2006
At 22 my momma says you got your whole life in front of you
But runnin’ from the truth and glancin’ back is all I wanna do
Not fond of movin’ if that movement isn’t in pursuit
Of somethin’ or someone somewhere
The avenues I’m usually passin’ through reflect the same faces
They’re just different shades of brown livin’ off workin’-class payment
The vision is limited to not much or not enough
When the only point of view you got is from your front porch
Feels like life’s on hold, but still in a hurry
My contacts are five-months old. I’m seein’ blurry.
Takin’ rejection from the apple of my iris
As the cellos and the violins in my theme music get silenced
I’m tryin’ to concentrate, but time is dancin’ like a promenade
Givin’ hints that she doesn’t even wanna be on this date
Searchin’ for a sense of resolution is my common fate
As I observe standin’ on the gates
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Chorus
(Walkin’ that cracked line between the street and curb)
On the gates
(Not so much black and white, but tints of gray)
On the gates
(Walkin’ that cracked line between the street and curb)
On the gates
(Not so much black and white, but tints of gray)
On the gates
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So the sun decided to take the day off and watch the soaps
The sky got cold and threw on a gray hat and undercoat
Despite the lack of light, I hold my disappointed appetite
And let that gloomy overwhelmin’ feelin’ pass by
Nowadays I keep tight grip on both my eyes since
Losin’ track of my mind became a daily crisis
So to hell with irrational thoughts and egos I’ve lost it
I’m sure you can find’em both with the girl from the coffeeshop in her back pocket
I back off it, seein’ my confidence isn’t that often
Behind the wheel to jump up in discussions and land talkin’
I’m awkward, and my circumstances have bad posture
So me speakin’ p.c. is somethin’ I can’t offer
I’m only enough, and even that’s sayin’ too much
I packed an extra sandwich in case I get jumped for my school lunch
Gettin’ mistaken for cocky when I’m self-conscious
Worryin’ about everything from basic to complex
Chorus
Feels like life’s on hold, but still in a hurry
My contacts are five-months old. I’m seein’ blurry.
Takin’ rejection from the apple of my iris
As the cellos and the violins in my theme music get silenced
They made a curtain call and took a bow and all was done
So why am I still livin’ the script handcuffed to act one
She’s gone, and there isn’t a verse that could remedy
The thoughts afloat swimmin’ in the ocean of my memory
It all comes down to the last thing on your mind
Before you go to sleep and it’s all you can see with closed eyes
The hindsight is painfully clear through these low tides
Her image breakin’ down my cool to a cold vibe
And if tomorrow looks too far away to get there
I know my crew’ll have my front, back, and both sides
And if I fall so far, the bottom starts to look clear
I know Danny’ll catch me by the hand in no time
Once again, here we are
Contortin’ our faces and actin’ like rockstars
Waitin’ on Owen to get back from the bar
(Ayo-yo-yo-yo-yo-here he is) As we piece together like a foreign car
Missin’ a few parts, but still could run the track
Crashed a few times movin’ forward while lookin’ back
Yeah, Mayano used to mean tomorrow, but now no longer
She sits with what refuses to exist or be a part of
You left standin’ on the fence, dancin’ on the wall
Starin’ at both sides assumin’ I belong to where I fall
But neither did I want. Just to hold your hand between
Both sidewalks in the middle of the street
The black and white, the handshakes and barfights
The middle fingers and smiles, the modern day apartheid
Couldn’t speak through the bars that separate
So I figured to send this while I was standin’ on the gates
Chorus
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