O’hene Savant, Wallace Roney - The Subway lyrics

Ever since I was a kid
The subway’s been a friend
We always used to ride but never
Thought of where it went
So many places for all the different faces
Different occupations and none in some cases
See there’s a lady with a baby in a carseat
Who's headed home to discover
What she thought see
The hood is buzzin’ ‘bout this
Other woman and her husband
But what she doesn’t know is
That woman is her cousin
Then she’ll discover that her lover
Doesn’t really love her
Then she’ll recall all the nights
That he wouldn’t touch her
Bein’ a single mother’s hard not enough pay
She got a rough day, from the subway

The subway the subway

Now there’s a man in the
Seat right across from me
With a tyrant of a boss that be bossin’ him
Extra hours yet the dollars
Don’t be addin’ up he’s had it up to
Let’s just say that he’s had enough
He had a rough couple days
See his mama passed
And time had passed for utilities
On top of that
His pockets flat so the job he has gotta last
He barely made it on his train
Someone dropped a pass
But what he doesn’t know is
Later he’ll be comfortable
As he’s discovered by the owner
Of the company yo who visited as a shopper
Wasn’t dressed proper he’ll treat him best
Got the best ride from him

The subway the subway

See there’s a teen in the space
Right in front of me
Headin’ home to a place she don’t wanna be
She has a father that’s abusive
Feelin’ like it’s foolish
To tell the school is useless
Hidin’ all the bruises
Playin’ music I can’t hear
What she’s listenin’ to
It’s difficult plus this train
Keeps shiftin’ too
And just imagine that it’s me
With this song I’m writin’
Even though I just started
She’s gonna like it
‘cause I’ma tell her that her daddy’s
‘bout to be in jail
You see her teacher this time
Doesn’t believe she fell
And she don’t have to be
Scared ‘cause daddy’s upstate
And granny wants you by her
Place after the subway

The subway the subway

Now there’s a guy on
The train seein’ everything
Just observin', he rides the train everyday
His destination’s not apparent
He kinda rides formin’ stories in this thing
That’s behind his eyes
You watch him cry and sometimes
You watch him smile
All depends on events from inside his house
He’s jottin’ down everything even ugly parts
It’s therapeutic even though now
It’s becoming harsh
See what he’s come to know
Is this ride gets hard
And when he gets off someone else gets on
Someone that reads what he
Wrote maybe one day
He’ll write as well finding
Tales on the subway