Everything Bagel - Rob Sonic

Same stop, different seat

Wait, watch, and then repeat

Days, doctor, you believe

In the face of The Fathers that have made it holy

Hey, doctor is it me?

Or are they flocking to the sheep?

Great Scott, are we asleep?

Cause it seems like I got a mouth full of no teeth

Jimmy placed his nickels in the token booth

And his everything bagel in his open soup

Checking out his numbers in the postal proof

He only missed by one, so he’s 0-for-2

Heading to the late shift grave in bull

Whistling the break from Paid in Full

On the train, stepped, when he made his move

And grew a J-O-B in basic blue

Tried to keep the rust from touching faith

Coulda got somewhere, but he runs in place

Now, he’s back on the wagon for a month, one day

And an hour, into lunch, until he’s tucked away

Up at dawn, he had a smoke, fed his cat

His half of toast, made a face

And grabbed a roach.

Took a pill

That made him laugh, so he could last 'til close

Used to burn buildings, now his pieces go

From the bottom of a bic to receipts in rolls

No cans, no crews, no more beef bestowed

Waitin' on a D for, at least, ten toes

She sat across chewing Juicy Fruit

Ear-ringed lobes that were loosely hooped

Shearling coat, with a toothy mood

The raven-black matched her Gucci suit

He hustled in with his patient plan

Doorway down, with a lazy stance

Ignore the cops and the shaking can

A quarter’s not going to change your pants

He caught her eye, so she moved her ring

Smiled a bit, like «this bird can sing»

And took a cue, and he cut the length

«Do you like trains?

Cause I love these things.»

«Excuse me, um, but I wonder if you’d tell me where you get your hair done?»

«What?»

«Your hair is perfect, I’d like to know where you get it done.»

«It's uh, it’s beautiful and it’s perfect for the job.»

«Perfect for what job?»

«A second ago, this groovy chick was just a girl in his dreams.»

Anyway, they hit it off and trusted fate

And they transferred over to the Uptown 8

Headed to her place, that she said was brightened

By the trees on the corner, and a block from Dyckman

Knew the place well from his days with paint, but

Figured it was chill, and them crews had changed-up

Just like him, had jobs they hated

And were no longer on-point, and stayed mostly faded

Oh, she rated.

Tens, he scored her

And wouldn’t really care if he caught one for her

All his thoughts were the dame he picked-up

Game was Atari, and the way she Dig-Dugged!

Doors were open, time to exit

A dude stepped to him with a diamond necklace

Read his checklist, knew maneuvers

And hit him with a two-piece tooth-remover

Thing was laughing, he lay there bleeding

And his ground control was not receiving

As she was leaving, he lost his mind

And gave her one big push for all mankind

«Push that girl in front of the train.»