[Verse 1]

Hometown incomplete, no sidewalks

Just a bunch of contiguous white homes with a lawn sign that says

Back the blue, paisan, bygones

Can’t let ‘em be, no cement for the cemetery

Dead and buried in the Serengeti

Hell is ready, rejects sleep next

To the rubble

Get Resetti in a huddle

Game off when it’s game on

My crosswalk is faceoff between a deft machete and a bubble

Not even really a thing

There’s nowhere to walk; good luck if you sing

Pizzeria, laundromat habitat

All that happens is gaudy fascism

Assault to the cardiac, need a reason to counteract

Lack of direction and passionless pestering

Sequestered with pad and pen since there’s nowhere to go

With no sidewalks

[Chorus]

Where to go with no sidewalks? Uh

Keep the route in my mind

Marching on the line

No sidewalks, uh

Route in my mind but no marching on the side

[Verse 2]

One foot behind the next, you’ll find a step to climb to death

Wrong way

Hey, no cement on a Sunday

I’m trying to find the winding path to downtrodden hiding spots

From cops’ and bandits’ grassy plots

Don’t step on a blade of césped

Or you’ll make your mother’s deathbed

No sidewalks, no concrete for the tombstone or the group home

Nowhere to stroll, nowhere to skip

Nowhere to grow old, nowhere to trip

[Bridge]

Tired of having nowhere to go

Sick of tip-toeing over blue dirt roads

I know the day they pave the way out of here isn’t close

So I’ll make the sidewalk on my own

[Verse 3]

Fuck being complacent ‘til I find my footing again

Foot on the gas, crooked and crass

Looking to pass fuckers on dirt roads

Mud, water or grass

Pulling ahead, they won’t jackhammer shit

Parents never taught me how to sit

Laying down squares in a pinch

Skip to the rhythm of my own aorta

Hoarding bricks, and slabs, and quarters

‘Til the liquid drips and hardens

And encrypts the fascist coroners

For heaven sakes, motherfucker, I’m killing shit

Was stuck with no path out, so now I’m building it

Sidewalks