Poor as you are

"Ain't got no alarm, no cameras around.
No cash from sales, what sales anyway.
Cops showing up to have an eye on me, wish it was true.
This is American property, believe me.
See these flags at the window, 50c each.
Your gun is my nightmare, 24/7.
Out of business now. Poor as you are. Feel what you feel.
Fear.
Never leaves my soul, but can't tell nobody about it.
Should get me a gun.
Cold metal in my sweaty hand.
Enemies everywhere. All shakin'.
Fear's pulling the trigger. Not me. Not me."

Call from the future

Got a phone call from a friend who travelled to Singapore.
Was a night call for him, noon for me. A call from the future.
So how is tomorrow. Well, it's hot here, snow was yesterday.
People look asian and they like hip hop music.
Lots of jungle around, too.
Remember the phone booth in Matrix? Can't get a lift thru the wire.
Never got that number. Have to wait it out.
May take a while though.

Lost in Snow City

Travelled to another place. Snow City.
Big harbor welcomes large cargo ships with heavy loads of snow.
Picked up by invisible silent Airbus jets setting flakes free,
far above our heads.
Cover all noise and dirt of our busy ugly world.
Give us back some innocence.
Don't let them melt. Shut off the heating.
Keep your fridge doors open.
Met somebody there. Telling me of Angel white lands far up north.
And of roads and cars under the dark water line in Snow City.
Went on these roads to race the car into the night,
back to where I came from.
Lost direction, couldn't see underwater. Put my hands off the wheel.
You're the car. Bring me home.
Wherever this is. Or where it should be.
Drive me to where somebody knows who I am.
'Cause I don't know and can't explain.
There I might ask. Or avoid the question.
Get me some sleep so I can dream. Snowy white.