[Verse]
Cones in the truck, we the street Picasso,
Orange pyramids stacking like it's El Dorado.
Drivers honk wild, rage volcano,
Middle finger symphonies, the urban piano.
Sweat on the brow, sun cooking like a griddle,
Dodging SUVs, man, life’s a riddle.
Placement precise, straight lines, no scribble,
Yet they treat us small, like we some Skittle.
[Chorus]
Traffic control, we paint the roads bold,
Dodging the chaos, stories untold.
Life in the zone, keep your head on patrol,
Tryna keep order, but they outta control.
[Verse 2]
Safety vest glowing, fashion faux pas,
But it keeps me seen when the drivers play saw.
Crosswalk maestro, baton in my hand,
Conducting chaos like a roadside band.
Windshield stares, their patience getting thinner,
Every horn blast, another headache dinner.
Feet move quick, can't lose my soul,
In this asphalt jungle, traffic takes its toll.
[Bridge]
Rage on the wind, curses in the air,
We’re the unsung heroes, no one seems to care.
No Grammy for cones, no Oscar for signs,
But without us, man, y’all stuck in a bind.