BUTTER DUST

(Radio X-ray has revealed the location of 1 of 3 lost cities, the local one having been dug by the lizard people after the great catastrophe which occured about 5000 years ago. This legendary catastrophe was in the form of a huge tongue of fire, destroying all life in it's path)

[Verse 1]
Hustle for crumbs with dust in me lungs
Sitting on the breadline, buttering buns
Funds are low but it's something though
Sitting 'round waiting for the sun to show
But when it does I go to sleep again
I dream through the heat but I hope we meet again
In a solemn mood, craving solitude
Avoid me like eye-contact on the tube
Headphones on, volume up
I high-dive into me Costa cup
Tap the sensor, card declined
Where you at?
I'm right here, but I'm hard to find
Pave another acre, face the problem later
Step out on the street, to offer god a straightener
Here's some more concrete, to accommodate ya
Leaf-print Patta trackie, I'm at one with nature