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Alan Douches - Streetball Lyrics

A figure frozen in time
Like a sundial at six
Patiently waiting until
Something clicks
For the sun to move on
Beyond this field of stone
Spilling her shadow
Across the bricks
Of a faded red house from an age of hip-hop now long past
With graffiti celebrating A Tribe Called Quest
And she knows that everyone’s on a clock to become a ghost
She just likes to think that hers
Ticks a bit louder than most

And there’s a crack in the tea cup
And there’s one in the pavement too
And she knows that cigarette smoke will always rise right up to the sky
She’s just not quite sure what to do

About the chewed up tape
Stuck in the cassette deck
That won’t let her fast forward
Or turn her back
On this place of goodbyes
And return to her room
To the plans of vengeance on the world
To the tune of MF DOOM