This is a song about "The dawn of day"

Tell me how can we live this way

And at the end of the day,

Afraid every day will be the day of my last visit

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

On a pillow for the rest of the fuckin day

Tripping off of acid since the start of the day

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

Who's on my line

Since the dawn of my time

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

New day new dawn shit every days the same,

Satan's spawns, we take ém own, break of dawn to the time when,

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

You were right here all along

Ill be missing on the dawn