I've been warned of the asphalt rode so I'm telling you this
It's a rode to a life created by the assumptions of the so called accomplished and entitled
A cold surface,rough against human flesh. Leaving imprints on one's sole
A path that goes for miles on ahead. Stretching your head making it as high as their nose.
Flowers nor light can be seen Deemed to feeble For the elite
But I will not suffocate in that cold space
But I will not suffocate in that cold space I will jump into a warm embrace
So as I dance in my flowers I hope the warm rays reach you Before you get sucked into the asphalt rode too.
For a life without light
For a life without light Warmth
For a life without light Warmth And heart
For a life without light Warmth And heart Isn't a life at all