[Verse One] Silent observer up top watching the streets You cant raise a kid on a hundred dollars a week Less drunk so you see what they aint want you to see The type of things that are not on T.V My favorite records getting locked on repeat Looking back like howd this happen all in a week I havent smoked but Im still stoned moderately Thinking bout all the things I always wanted to be or wanted to do sometimes Im feeling out of the loop Skipping town missing out on the Power of You Free school On Sunday drinking 3.2 You dont lie cheat or steal from your peoples The root of evil In the trunk of an old Buick Regal Tryna make art like we drew it on an easel Built Ford tough still running off of diesel So put it in the air homie pull up a chair [Chorus] These long days make you tired Kick it by the fire Keep smoking I dont think were getting higher though Everything still just till its time to go Everyone that calls gets a dial tone These long nights get you inspired Trying for a while now youre suddenly a writer You can fall in love as the sun gets brighter too Right behind the moon Doing things that youre glad that youre alive to do [Verse Two] You know you want more if you aint looking for less Sometimes it feels good but it aint good as it gets some people have more material goods than respect Thats crooked intentions and they should look for direction No stash in em but all of these books full of weapons Sit here and look for a second A little knowledge and a long shift Peter Tosh and a long spliff Freestyle to a strong riff Were on air you should call in Peace to my peoples All across the country I see you Were an army on the roof watch the same moon we all see Breathe the same weed that we all breathe Bleed what we all bleed Dream the same dream where we falling Keep on trucking and just looking for our calling Know when I find it itll enthrall me Roll something under the sun while the world keeps revolving [Chorus] These long days make you tired Kick it by the fire Keep smoking I dont think were getting higher though Everything still just till its time to go Everyone that calls gets a dial tone These long nights get you inspired Trying for a while now youre suddenly a writer You can fall in love as the sun gets brighter too Right behind the moon Doing things that youre glad that youre alive to do [Scratches]
get, long, moon, dial, suddenly