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Mars ILL - 2 Steps
(from the album Blue Collar Sessions)
© copyright 2002


Verse 1:
He sits in the barrel's spot an apple rottin roach infested alley/
Starting fights with every harry, dick and tom with broken snapple bottle/
Gladly crawling back to underneath his rock and/
Roll the dice with prostitutes and thiefs/
Who smoke his filtered brand of breathe of life/
He left his wife for every night/
She kept him from these glamorous rights of passage/
Now each bite he takes just keeps him famished/
Damaged seasons turn the leafs black/
And the winter burns the skyline/
Time and time again talked to God/
And asked the sun to shine again/
But see, he wants a quick response/
Right now, hes used to fast food/
Doesn't realize the chick with the tattoos/
Will fit the glass shoes/
Now its a minute after midnight and his riches back to rags/
Back masking records on his phonograph as he holds his flask /
Yelling "you don't know the half!" track mind that got distracted/
And when he punched you in the face, perhaps he just over-reacted/
Blast the music, let him lose himself in each and very measure/
He just wants it to get better, he just wants it to get better.

Hook:
It's just another hustle, it's just another lonely night/
Just another day of shuffling his feet and living his life/
It's just a harsh reality that nothing comes for free/
He's just another couple steps from where he needs to be/
It's just another hustle, it's just another lonely night/
Just another day of shuffling his feet and living his life/
It's just a slap in the face to let him know nothing's for free/
He's just another couple steps from where he needs to be.

Verse 2:
She stands on the platform glances at the headline and waits for the train/
Just for fun she looks at strangers tries to match each face with a name/
Heres a bum placing the blame on the government/
So she laughs to herself looks to the glass and watches the city fly past/
Its been a long week, maybe tonight she'll meet Mr. whats the difference/
At her local social breeding ground, theres no need to get needy now/
Sees these clouds and imagines the dimensions of her companion/
Tonight could be Mr. right could just be that last man standing/
Shes got independent woman tattooed in bold across her shoulders/
A sole controller, but she still likes someone to hold her/
She sees the bottom of the glass now-drinks too much and blacks out/
Wouldnt surprise her too much to wake up inside of a crackhouse/
Pumps two in a bed with a stranger, pack of cigarettes and a lighter/
Just for fun she matches a name with his face as he lies beside her/
Burns a cancer stick or two before she gathers her things together/
Yeah, she wishes it was better.

Hook:
Its just another couple weekends, just another couple bars/
Just a notch upon a bedpost, just a wish upon a star/
Just another couple heartbreaks till she finds just what she needs/
Shes just another couple steps from where she needs to be.

Verse 3:
He steps right through that door/
Drops his bags and his heart on the floor/
He embraces her embrace til she cant take it anymore/
Puts his faith in her face waits to exhale that first kiss/
Pale from the wishes hed get back for all the memories that he missed/
The blistering pace that moves him cross the globe to God knows wherever/
Never knew hed have the days chain those loose sins back together/
Never knew love like this-never knew sacrifice before/
Its his first chance to pass his life out at your local record store/
Holds his lifetime in his arms then he kisses her goodnight/
Wipes the dreams from his daughters face to let her know that shes aight/
On his flight grips tattered edges of a picture frame then fingerprints/
A single glimpse of innocence and a 60 second phone call/
Seems infinite all said and done, wrong, gone in an instant/
But the man with physical form his heart beats with the speed of an infant/
Typical storm weather with an aftertaste, adrenaline letdown/
After the show, 3 hours of sleep, see how far that we can get now/
Get down to business, get the crowd hyped, get the party started/
Get back home to his wife and show these people where is heart is/
He pities the heartless, the man who cant see each tree for the forest/
He masterminds the revolution while hes taking out the garbage/
Drops his carcass in his favorite chair and wonders if he can make it there/
He looks each brand new days wearing a face with a vacant stare/
He lays it bare on the records to pull this whole world back together/
He just wants to make it better.

Hook
Its just another couple days, just another couple shows/
Just another couple hundred miles on this road/
Just another Im sorry baby til I set these people free/
Im just another couple steps from where i need to be/
Its just another couple days, just another couple shows/
Just another couple hundred thousand miles on this road/
Just another Im sorry baby till i set these people free/
Im just another couple steps from where i need to be/
Im just another couple steps from where i need to be.