This is a song about "Working long"

Working from nouns to verbs

That try to chase these skirts

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Certainly working on personal courtesies

Cowering on my stage to long/

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

I'm working on four dimensions

She likes the way it hits her lips

From working through rain and pain

I ain't interested in fame

Dad working so hard, mind overblown

You gotta learn how to walk on your own