Reconnaissance Throughways
Peaked atop the oiled arms, we glare down at the city
Seeking out this second's course to clock in for the days bread
A Stock decision must be made to medal in the fastest lap
Escape the sharp timed yellow lights in braking to the cryptic
Descending down on the sprawling clutter
Poking from the tapered glove, three fingers rip out
To throughways
A smooth transition then back to transmission, the second coming crawls
Neutral through the neighborhoods
Accelerates from numbered flats to 10 high-heels thrusting
Past the rose and empty fountain
The weathered wood is a standing, arms crossed with shades after sunset
Being fair to the facts, LA breaks for heaving lines
To see an egg a crushed upon the muscle that pumps the yolk throughout
The veins that feed the cultured crop of socialites and deviant teens
With fake IDs and credit lines
Their faithful to their scene
On throughways
The metro's calling out
Feel the push
Shoving us closer
To narrowing brown bottles
Polluting the systems
Not choking on the smoke
Sovereign on our conquests
Determined to beat the bulk
Its wrapped up and mapped out
It's kind of a joke
On throughways
We merge with the cattle and run down
Throughways
Waiting our turn to head in on
The throughways
It's not just a trip, every time the coin flips
We crawl through our days
Sustaining throughways