[Interlude]
In Paris they sang "Let it Be" by Pigalle church cathedral steps
Only the gypsy asked for change though
Apologies fall from my lips like ash from cigarette embers
Veins riddled skin surfaces like the innocence of children's drawings
Whether colder than two Decembers
Whether I was in possession wasn't the question
But I still pet my pockets inconsistently along garment seams To swat pennies for empathy
I can't tell if these cupped hands are begging for my dividends or a spare moment of my time
I can't tell which one I'd rather give up
Patience alludes me when only given two options
Tick boxes or fit boxes
The clock's ticking, get in where you fit in
Don't stray, we have no time for that
The shepherd you follow may not be so forgiving
Squander while pondering the re-up don't make no sense
Excuses are an enemy of progress, wise up
Understand the importance of acceptance before convenience
Say La Vie, say La Vie
That's what she said to me
She must've realized I had no change to give and standing around and talking about it won't change a thing
If only you knew what some would do to get a second of their time back, and just how many wouldn't change a thing
Time is the only luxury, spend it wiser than the man who built his house on stone
The preacher told the ma**es of misguided be pensive in your parables
The most pride-filled ? from the crowd would rather keep a pistol tucked and play street disciple
He can't read the scripture with an empty stomach and his legs cut
You think about it