Sittin' alone and I hear rain fallin' on my windowsill
Just wanna do what's right but I don't know if I ever will
There's so many reasons, too many excuses
And all these prescriptions, got too many uses
And I'm so lonely
It's kind of scary
And this kind of lonely is making me weary
I'm so lonesome I could die
Sittin' alone and I am waitin' for the sun to shine
Sometimes I kneel and pray hoping someday you'll be mine
She's so many miles away
So many things to say
And all of the games we'd play don't matter anyway
Cause I'm so lonely
The sex is empty
But this kind of lonely makes it easy to tempt me
I'm so lonesome I could die
I'm so lonesome I could die
Sittin' alone and I am waitin' for somebody to call
Think if I up and died wouldn't nobody notice at all
Cause I'm so insecure and I feel so unsure
Can't take it anymore, no
It's never been like this before
And I'm so lonely, feel like cryin'
And this kinda lonely is worse than dyin'
I'm so lonesome I could die
I'm so lonesome I could die
I'm so lonesome I could die
It goes one for the prophet
Two for Islam
Three for the Khotbah from the Imam
Four for the Mother that birthed my friend
Five for the Father 'cause it's heart began
Been 'round the world songs all the same
Sometime's when I'm asleep I still call your name
Back when I was young I used to dream of fame
Now they all point their fingers sayin' "who's to blame"
Mother's put their girls in some pig tail curls
Father's teach their sons how to shoot their guns
They say,boy,don't ever ???,control your emotions
Take it like a man,make your stand
They say sex and violence go hand in hand
Every man blessed they gotta be tempted
Span through the depths of space and time
Stand, three eyes blind on the firin' line
Word to my man Divine,come too far
Singin' la ilaha il allah
(???)
I was hopin' that the Lord got some mercy to spare
It goes one for the Ummah,two for the Deen,
three for the angels,four for the Alameen
Somewhere in between,totally obscene
Perfectly clean,I've got a Babylon Feeling
Wounds need healin',truth need revealin'
Hands need washin' from all the dirty dealin'
Floor to the ceilin',from the stage to the door
From Kings and the Queens and the slaves and their whores
For every lost cause where the martyr's are found
That funky little sound that make you wanna get down
Somebody told me once that love makes the world go 'round
And kids they carry pistols out on the playground
That profound,gone too far,prayin' to the life from the burnt out star
Put your lights on,put down your crosses
It's time to tally up your wins and your losses
It goes one for Scott LaRock and two for Pac and B.I.G
Three for all the mothers who got graves to dig
Three for all the mothers who got graves to dig
Three for all the mothers who got graves to dig
