Buck 65 - Supper at Sundown lyrics

I walked over sidewalk street
By warehouse, through dark, brown mud
One little dandy lion swayed up
From the crack there ways
Dirt in it the crack not the dandy lion
This is what I am doing
Right now, not bowling
Not standing on your face
Walking slower than slaves
Faster than forests disappear
Damp cardboard scattered
What nots suddenly I appeared in
Front of the fence if you were a small
Metal box with a hole in it
Floating five and a half feet off the
Ground, six feet from the fence
You would have seen me motion
By through time and space
I would not have cared about you or the
Fence it was eight feet tall
One sixteenth inch thick
Corrugated sheet metal with a
Gray primer finish seeing that I wondered
Is it true that you couldn't
Find the scissors? Although it
Rained earlier the paper note was
Not destroyed part of
A note that I found on the
Drying spottily sunny ground with
Brown skies over it and a
Spot of sun the note
Apparently it was ripped
Off the bottom of a letter by a parent she
Had planned to loose some weight this summer
It said i thought about making it
Into something you can't even think that
I know about the broken down
Swing set sat solemnly sideways in
The center of the street
Tipped over and suddenly nothing
Happened it was
Then that I planned to dissemble
Myself and I new that it would
Not always be supper at sundown