Gearbox

His heart was racing
Just like the drag cars down the block
In the inner city
Every turn was dodging a glock
His youth wasn't ready
His ambition held steady
And the dreams in his brain were all polished and pretty

His head like a gearbox
Always in motion
Cramming parts inside his cranial ocean
Coming home to the dusk
Sitting through until dawn
Cranking the gears
In search of a will to go on