LOUIS VI - LONELY ROAD OF THE DREAMER - A short film by Alfonzo Franke & Louis VI

You could guess a Brotha crashed it

Million miles and hour active

Like passing the zoot without Ashing

Mood like the granite, pressure my crew like the cabin

I feel too loose on this axis

The wheel so loose in my hand grip

You could put pen to the paper but find you're a whole 6 foot far from the canvas

Picture me stuck in this traffic

Just a metaphor for my sadness

I see all padded walls to this palace

Used to love it all to its atoms

But that was Back at school with the atlas

The whole world with all its madness

Make me feel like a wet box of matches

Slow motion to this wall that I'm crashing

Red light after green light for the peak guy in front me shine on this slip road can't read these signs got the peace sign in my rear view better reach my overheat light just let me find a green sign saying free parking for a brotha!

Looking for a spot that's new

Free parking never in view

What's on the meter I ain't got a clue

Restrictions always got me

Wet night driving on cruise

Pollution

The War oil

The black gold, got more soil

And less trees, more gas but then less breeze

Still fork out for the next geep

Count our money more than best sleeps

Like downing honey over dead bees

I'm still driving over road kill like it's fresh meat

Gonna change the world when I'm the best me

Right now I feel less King

The thorn crown is a next thing

And I stall now as I left swing

It make my head spin,

Measure the move of direction, divert the wall from my heading

Stop for a moment of resting

Dust in the headlights look so much fairies

But then an officer of the traffic

Writes me a ticket and slaps it

So hard on my windscreen it's cracks it

Said with no drive you are static

no stopping for a now is that clear ?

You may have crashed but they won't give a dam if you become the man So go Push 5th on that gear