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Riding The Bus
Your mood changes depending on the time of day
In the morning most are restless with nothing to say
In the afternoon that when the annoyance starts
With loud school kids and drunks from liquor marts
You try your best not to give too much eye contact
It's loud cell phone conversations behind your back
The seats are constantly signed by a street gang
So-called men won't get up for the elderly in pain
There's always passengers who want to ride for free
And seem to bother others and won't let them be
Parents get on the bus with strollers big as beds
Also there's the deranged that didn't take their meds
Anger is always displayed by someone's bad speech
The stop requested cord is always to far to reach
Then you have the strange ones who likes to stare
Sometimes riding the bus can be a total nightmare
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Keyonda Aldana
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