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The Streets

4 o'Clock

 

4 o'Clock

(album: Cyberspace And Reds - 2011)


A frenzy unraveling in gravel
Friends and enemies holla from the rabble
Jab the body, grab a collar
As clumsy as it may be I'll gouge out and get in any dig

At 4 o'clock today I'm gonna punch you in your face

I hear giggles and whispers and smirks fall serious, I spy 'em in their eyes
2 minutes 'til 2, 2 hours flew by since inciting this duel with you

At 4 o'clock today I'm gonna punch you in your face

I don't like the pain
I won't try and say I'm not frightened today, you're fighter with height
I will be beaten
I will be eating some teeth this evening

At 4 o'clock today I'm gonna punch you in your face

Me you won't know by name, and everyone knows your imposing wide frame and folklore
But if you can believe it this beef means nothing to me but to only provoke war

At 4 o'clock today I'm gonna punch you in your face

Trees swaying in the sky
The sun is surprisingly bright for a day to be terrified white
Control those nerves
Hold on, observe

At 4 o'clock today I'm gonna punch you in your face

A frenzy unraveling in gravel
Friends and enemies holla from the rabble
Jab the body, grab a collar
As clumsy as it may be, I'll gouge out and get in any dig
Unlike the movies, twisting wrists, fists kissing, flailing throws
The bumps and the bruises, the thumping and booting and the blackness after the break of my nose

At 4 o'clock today I'm gonna punch you in your face

So why fight? Why take a baking? Why when everyone'll call me a fool?
'Cause they'll see in the moment me fight my fight, despite being violently schooled

People choose their battles and not needless bleeding
Even the brave want the easiest rattle
'Cause in their minds their making them feel like I would fight them so in real life I'm not required to again
This fight is not about you and me, it's for all the people I might fight that see

At 4 o'clock today I'm gonna punch you in your face
At 4 o'clock today I'm gonna punch you in your face

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