Lyrics
2:35 AM 8/9/2004
Living alone, tired of life
shivering cold, wired at night
if it were known, i woulda liked
to give him a phone, holla, hi or a five
its 2 in tha morning, hes surfing the net
talking to pretend friends, wishing respect
he would get, but yet, hes alone on tha net
no one would get close to hold him unless
he was holding a tech, to blow through his chest
hes suicidal - saying hes not but
you an i know tha haze from tha pot
will give you two faces if your blazing alot
he's in a drug labrinth, tha maze of the rock
if he drops its jes another day to his pops
he aint seen him since he chose tha ways of the glock
praying alot but what he's sayings forgot
sun rise an moon fall- telling me im phonie
stars change, hard days, hell without my homies
lighters spark, bottles crack, well in reach of OE
to those who relate, its tha melody of lonely
so god doesnt listen but hes constantly fishing
for excuses, tha truth is, his god's non-existent
he lives inside us an comes alive when we're one
united people, that day will never come
god didnt create us, we created him
thoughts cross his mind, he's weed sedated then
he looks in tha mirror and cant see his face
his souls buried alive with tha pride of his race
his heritage is gone, he cant remember his history
all there is is violence from his ancestors misery
his cultures erased an replaced with hate
mad at white people cus they raped his fate
debased his race, slowed their intelligence rate
and now they claim to be a superior race
he doesnt understand that white ppl arent tha enemy
but friends, the universe will balance in tha end you see
sun rise an moon fall- telling me im phonie
stars change, hard days, hell without my homies
lighters spark, bottles crack, well in reach of OE
to those who relate, its tha melody of lonely
some say life in a puddle, aint so bad
if it ends after tha first time im glad
tha first rhyme i had was hip-hops revival
i cried yo, when i realized my destiny
perpetually led to me dead on a stretcher see
ima martry of sins, and no one can rescue me
heart of a king, blood from a treasury
measure me, by my actions an you'll see
im about everything i write on my loose leaf
but im not for tha killing of innocent children
or men or women OR enemies and villians
im not for tha sale of cocain and crack
to these young dumb kids in my community trapped
in tha notion that harder tha drugs you use you cool
but you were used you fool you shoulda stayed in school
now look at you, all alone in a blood pool
sun rise an moon fall- telling me im phonie
stars change, hard days, hell without my homies
lighters spark, bottles crack, well in reach of OE
to those who relate, its tha melody of lonely
