Solo - Waiting for the 5.04 lyrics

[Verse] Extreme close-up, paint-stained Nautica shorts Three polo caps walking towards me Town hall the backdrop, platform one Five o'clock, so the transit madness has begun I've got Bloc Party in my headphones Rubbing shoulders with the A-list strangers till I get home When I spot the a-likes, so I turn it down a bit Just to catch these kids swagger on some "Me Against the World" sh** They're mean mugging at the guards Bragging how they smashing back carriages and crushing in the yards And I can't help but smile as they walk right past me For all the days when I might've known who they are See I used to fight for that army, no longer sport the uniform But true to form I scribble words on paper all day Old habits die hard, same reason that I'm travelling Without a valid ticket or concession card Train enters stage right, all stations We cross the yellow line like we running out of patience Make it inside and find that all the seats are taken sh**, it's gonna be a long ride But I'm homeward bound, grab a quick look at those around me Same faces, different day in this ghost town Kings and pawns side by side Modern day slave ship for the nine to five nation Daily grind ritual, each rides with their own private Soundtrack to the same visual Heads buried in MX, we move in silence Too afraid to interact with the people beside us Pa**ing through the next stop, see two transit cops And they giving out fines if you get out of line Grey dog scare tactics, man I hate that sh** But I bite my lip and ride into the evening sky When we hit my sector you can rest a**ured That I'mma be the first to make it out those sliding doors Down the stairs and exit the station Posted up at some traffic lights patiently waiting Looking at the local where I bought drinks for a while Had to leave cause the booze hounds were k**ing the smile But I still check the windows when I walk past Keeping tabs on which factions on the war path Up next on the left is the local skate park Watching the sun set to the west as the trains past The colour of dusk burns over the train line No matter where I roam, ain't nowhere like main line It's just another day in paradise, think to myself As the underages gather with the parasites Moving on, pa**ing new apartment blocks It's funny how we so advanced now but we live in boxes Take the next left, walk up the street Check the mail, but as usual there's none for me And the first thing I did when I made it inside Picked up my pen and pad, started writing this rhyme