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	Hot new track from Erik Taylor's 'Prolific..."Man!" CD.
	CD: Prolific..."Man!"   Label: Wraparound Records Credits: All music and lyrics written by Erik Taylor. Copyright 2002 ET Music.
	Lyrics When I'm far from home, I'm someone, the empty space I call my own... When I'm all alone, I watch the faces fly, as fast as they drive by... They got some place to go, might be running late,...maybe I'll never know... Ya got the D-train droppin' at the 24 bus, goin' uptown, don't make a fuss, with the cabbies forming Up this yellow line, It goes on forever never wastin' no time...It's a bumper-to-bumper Octoberfest, with the engines running, never getting no rest, the horn's a blowin' as the time ticks by, people getting pissed as the baby cries... When I'm on the road, they seem to fray, as if ground into the stone... Around my bus they go, yelling with their hands, while I smile and wave along... We think they outta know, the cheese is old, and there ain't no pot of gold... It's a race for rats, but the cheese stinks, If the trap don't drip, then the faucet leaks, 300K buys a 1-car garage, for a toilet and a window there's an extra charge. Stay late at work, got to get ahead, at the crack of dawn, ya roll out of bed, to a boss like a diaper, always full of shit, while the wife and the kids, they make the best of it....'Fore ya gotta get a grip, time got away, your son turned 20 and he thinks he's gay, your wife is screwing some Virginia slim, and your daughter's down with the down-and-in. You think Hip-Hop is a fucking game, your life like a virgin who never got laid, it's a little too late for me to sympathize, 'cause you never made time to open up those eyes... Down the road we flow...we make the time to see what passes by... There ain't no right or wrong...in our minds we loathe what might be liked... Many miles from home...I gotta get a hold, hold of me, why not my life... A stoplight falls on this Cadillac, the guy in the Porsche didn't even get scratched...The shopping cart lady, she only got hit, by the jerky bastard in the Daimler Benz...The cell phone cracked laying in the street, belongs to the bag lady next to it, her lawyer's mad, and someone gotta pay, she musta been lit, hell, he might be gay?

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