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a tale of two cities - timothy welbeck lyrics

verse 1
it was the best of times, it was the worst of times/when regret collides with a burst or triumph/freedom or constraint, a clip is inserted/degrees won and obtained the same time another man murders/wes is flipping though pages of the baltimore sun/reading praises and applauding for the things he has done/rhodes scholars are rarely raised in the baltimore slums/but on occasions dogs will graze what fall on the floor rugs/there he was, reading the pages under his thumb/what wesley read stopped him therein at once/he was reading reports of a petty larceny, but the more he was reading became increasingly hard the see/the moment once he saw whom police were targeting/the very thought began to unsettle his heartbeat/the two had the same name, were about the same age/grew up in the same place, they didn’t have the same fate

hook
life or death, freedom or jail a clip’s inserted/a baby’s born the same time another man murders/that what nas told, it sounds awful for certain/but it’s the way of the world, it’s the way the earth spins/freedom or jail life or death, a clip’s inserted/a baby’s born the same time another man murders/but this is more than a tale the befell news clippings/it’s the beginning and end, a tale of two cities

verse 2
we had everything before us, we had nothing before us/the past was homely, the future was gorgeous/so raisuddin thought managing a mini-mart storefront/all of that would change the day a stranger would storm up/”where are you from!” yelled the pale tattooed man waving the barrel of a gun/”where are you from!” he restated with a terrible grunt, and raisuddin emptied register therein at once/but as he handed folded and wrinkled bills of washingtons/he realized that the man, he was there for a scrum/see, this is more than a tale of petty larceny/this is a tale about the evil the stranger was harboring/the moment once he saw whom the stranger was targeting/the very thought began to unsteady his heartbeat/”where are you from!” was more than a terrible grunt/”where are you from!” was the phrase from which the terror/and the terror would come from the barrel of a gun—run/

bridge (modesty lycan)
life or death, the beginning and the end/it doesn’t matter (repeat)

verse 3
raisuddin’s head is throbbing as he commences to sobbing/reciting scripture wondering what lesson would god bring /what does it all mean/as he cups the hole in his face, the stranger exits the lobby/wes peered into the eyes of wes/and in so doing, saw himself more or less/but he did not gaze through the looking gl-ss of mirror/but through the bulletproof pane that restrained him from drawing nearer/and he saw it clearer, but thought his heart will burst/if the guilt of his thoughts did not k!ll him first/and he conveyed as much as he clutched the phone/and both me knew the other’s story could have been his own/raisuddin did not die/he lost his eye and his bride and a measure of his pride/but he still called out to the god on high/hoping to piece together fragments of his life/because this is more than a tell that befell news clippings/it is the beginning and end; it is life and death, a tale of two cities/

bridge (modesty lycan)
life or death, the beginning and the end/it doesn’t matter (repeat)

- timothy welbeck lyrics

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