Borderline Vanguard
MALE: Eight miles out and the road gets mean— STILL WALK CLEAN.
MALE: Whole damn block wanna know who came— REMEMBER THE NAME.
MALE: Streetlights blink like they know my car,
cold-ass night but I came this far.
TOO DAMN FAR. MALE: I don't talk tough,
that's amateur shit, real ones don't announce when they're built for it.
MALE: Everybody got a mouth when the room feels safe,
then the bass hits hard and they change that face.
CHANGE THAT FACE. MALE: I came through broke with a tank on
E, now the whole damn city's got eyes on me.
MALE: Good. MALE: Let 'em look.
CHOIR: How far you going?
MALE: Till the road runs out.
CHOIR: What if they know you?
MALE: Then they know me now.
CHOIR: What if they want you
to turn around? MALE: Tell 'em— Get comfortable waiting.
CHOIR: EIGHT MILES OUT!
EIGHT MILES OUT! MALE: Windows down when I ride through town.
CHOIR: NO WAY BACK!
NO WAY DOWN! MALE: If I came this far,
I ain't turning around.
CHOIR: EIGHT MILES OUT!
MALE: And I'm still headed in.
MALE: Used to count dollars at the gasoline light,
now I count exits disappearing at night.
MALE: Funny how everybody loves your climb,
long as you don't climb higher than mine.
HIGHER THAN MINE. MALE: I learned real quick who claps,
who waits, who says “good luck” while they pray you break.
MALE: That's cool.
I don't need that seat.
Built my own damn table,
put it right in the street.
RIGHT IN THE STREET!
CHOIR: How far you going?
MALE: Till the road runs out.
CHOIR: What if they hate you?
MALE: They can hate me loud.
CHOIR: What if they tell you
to turn around? MALE: Tell 'em— Keep yelling.
I can't hear 'em now.
CHOIR: EIGHT MILES OUT!
EIGHT MILES OUT! MALE: Windows down when I ride through town.
CHOIR: NO WAY BACK!
NO WAY DOWN! MALE: If I came this far,
I ain't turning around.
CHOIR: EIGHT MILES OUT!
MALE: And I'm still headed in.
MALE: You hear that?
WE HEAR IT. MALE: You scared?
NOT NEAR IT.
MALE: Then ride.
CHOIR: EIGHT MILES OUT!
EIGHT MILES OUT! MALE: Windows down when I ride through town.
CHOIR: NO WAY BACK!
NO WAY DOWN! MALE: If I came this far,
I ain't turning around.
CHOIR: EIGHT MILES OUT!
MALE: Still
headed in.