Sink Or Syncopate
Sims Lyrics

I got a friend who says the end is near
I have a friend who thinks that the world is going to end soon.

there ain't no time to hold back
There is no time to hesitate or hold back.

and he's feeling good today might smoke the whole pack
My friend is in a good mood today and might smoke a whole pack of cigarettes.

eight fifteen and we're waiting for the bus
It is 8:15 and we are waiting for the bus.

then Jake tells me he ain't waiting for nothing missed too much
My friend Jake tells me that he is not waiting for anything because he has missed too much already.

all the running and franticness for who for what?
Jake questions why people are always running around frantically and what their end goal is.

he said I don't get them folks, they just fit like spokes, I just drift like smoke
Jake admits that he doesn't understand why people are so predictable and prefers to go with the flow.

so to the breeze I go, flow like them concrete roads, roll, I just do my thing
Jake decides to let life take him wherever the wind blows, just like he flows along with the smooth concrete roads.

I cleared my throat and said okay but know what you throw everything boomerangs
I try to warn Jake that what goes around comes around, so he should be careful with his actions.

he said save the ten cent zen-isms for the dopes in the circus tent
Jake brushes off my warning as useless philosophy and suggests that I should save it for people who are easily fooled.

time is the only thing permanent and its looking late my friend
Jake believes that time is the only thing that is forever and that it is running out.

so here we are surviving in the city's vacant ends where the wild things are and the pavement ends we say come what may one hundred percent
We find ourselves surviving in the deserted corners of the city where only the wild beasts and the end of the pavement can be seen, but we are willing to face whatever challenges come our way.

let me tell you about the joy and the hurt and the feeling of being washed away
I want to share with you both the happy and sad moments in life, and the feeling of being overwhelmed.

you could swear the whole world's a stage another day in the masquerade you can see both sides of their face a day short and a dollar late
Sometimes it feels like life is just a play and everyone is wearing a mask. We are always one step behind and never have enough.

its sink or syncopate
You either go under or find a rhythm that works for you.

hard land, heartland, speeding the plow grinding all day cops beating him down big dreams someday he's going to reach new ground but he's smoking all day to even him out
Life is tough and people work hard to achieve their dreams. However, some people turn to smoking to cope with the stress and hardships, even though it's not necessarily a solution.

we greet with a pound he's like what up ock ten to ten I'm up and down this block I said why you let them rocks weigh down your socks then he looked at me and stopped
We greet with a fist bump, and my friend tells me he spends his days going up and down the block. I ask him why he lets drugs hold him down, and he looks at me thoughtfully.

he said look at the ants doing the downtown dance I vowed to God I'd never bow like that this is what was left for me call it entropy glamorized relentlessly
My friend points out the ants going about their daily lives and feels like he can never be content with such meaningless tasks. He sees his life as a series of random events glamorized by others.

this is what the white kids love to buy but they turn a blind eye to the ugly side no help I've mouths to feed but you know, die on your feet or live on your knees
My friend says that this is what people with privilege like to consume, but they ignore the dark reality behind it. He has people depending on him, so he feels like he has to fight for his dignity, even if that means dying standing up.

it's like a jungle sometimes, see how the jackals can hide? they even shackled our minds, we grab the saddles and ride
Life can be brutal and unfair, but we have to keep going despite the circumstances. We may feel trapped at times, but we need to persevere and move forward.

ten pm, whistle blowing, the day is growing dark I met the homegirl SKS o the bridge at Loring Park we stayed up late drinking, smoking, talking backwards laughing under a moon of alabaster looking at downtown smiling that bright battleship on the horizon
At 10 PM, the day is ending and my female friend and I meet on the bridge in Loring Park. We stay up late chatting, drinking, and smoking while watching the beautiful view of downtown with the bright battleship on the horizon.

we talked about dying, legacy, infamy, abandoned industry feeling strangled, peoples angles we spoke on angels, heaven and hell while the church across the park rang its twelve o'clock bells and she sighed to herself, another day in the veldt
We discuss topics such as death, leaving our mark in the world, the rise and fall of the industry, struggles with society, and spirituality. The church bell rings, and my friend sighs, reflecting on how life is like a wilderness full of challenges and struggles.

side by side one stitch at a time until we find it, over that line we go side by side one stitch at a time until we find it, over that line
Together we move forward, one step at a time, with a goal in mind that we hope to achieve.

washed away, washed away, washed away but we're on our way
We may feel like everything is being taken away from us, but we are still moving forward despite the setbacks.