Full speed along the North Oconee River.
I can feel it in my forehead and while that always fails, my lungs are getting clearer.
I see trucks racing by on the roof above my trail,
Cops are waiting to ticket anyone with out-of-state plates.
I'm not missing anything.
Swore off all prescribed medication and rode two miles
Through nowhere to a water fountain spitting out hot water.
I sit at a bench at a compost heap and I'm about to pedal up a sixty degree slope.
At the top of a hill at a very rapid speed there's only one place to go.
At the top of a hill at a very high speed there's nowhere to go but down.
And it gets easier as I ascend my bike uphill on foot
'Cause last time I kicked it into first I broke a gear by going too hard.
And it gets easier as I pass the Edward Scissorhands village
Where privileged white kids date rape girls and taunt me in their SUV's.
And it gets easier as I see the double vans in our driveways,
I'm glistening but I know that some day I won't even break a sweat.
And it gets easier, as time goes things can only get better.
R-I-D-E. I wanna ride.
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