morning commute, dawn, hip hop headphones

"That's it
Turn the page on the day, walk away
'Cause there's sense in what I say
I'm 45th generation Roman
But don't know 'em, or care when I'm spittin'
So return to your sitting position and listen, it's fitting
I'm miles away and they chase me
Show your face on TV, then we'll see
You can't do half, my crew laughs
At your rhubarb and custard verses"

The Streets, "Turn the Page", off the must-have album Original Pirate Material