South-Karate

[00:02.610]How many times have I heard [00:13.080]In the South they just don't work [00:23.000]Lazy angels spill time [00:30.690]And use lives as I would mine [00:45.550]Pouring out of windows [00:52.700]Like strange flags, come clean clothes [01:06.100]Spit-free sediment sweep dives [01:15.640]From broom-kept porch in no time, no time [02:49.150]Now the sun strips that same sidewalk [02:57.540]With the day-dried test of small talk [03:09.000]She walks quick, fresh, with clean, black crease [03:18.000]And navigates this mess with protected ease [03:32.590]Does she leave? Does she leave? [03:40.890]Does she come home? [03:49.000]Where does she sleep? [05:17.650]But somehow the gate's not right [05:25.500]A face stripped of something since last night [05:36.000]Can you carry that smile to the store for a job? [05:46.440]And what's such a rush that would let you be robbed? [05:57.890]Now do you leave? Do you leave? [06:06.900]Or do you come home?