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I don't really care, what I sell or what I sold As long as I give my soul, whenever my story told I don't know how you roll but I roll all alone In a zone knowin' **** well, my little brother home Still feel him in the passenger seat I can't see him and I wish that he could chatter with me In due time until then you would see I got more than a few rhymes Thought I'd be there to see him like more than a few times Tryin' to stay away from beef but **** is gettin' deep My restin' right, it's like I'm on lay away from sleep I think I should have been an author or somethin' Disappear like hoofer or somethin' Come back when they offer me somethin' My word eye gotta a little crust in my third eye Headaches is why I've been meditating, thoughts is devastating Could this be my last life, maybe my past life Is the future when I'm asleep? So what was last night? I'm going in deep and you know the ghost Alone in the street 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 o'clock in the morning You know I'm trying to see more SongtexteAlone in the street All day, all night, all by myself You know that I'm alright Alone in the street 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 p.m. You know I trying to get it in Alone in the street All day, all night Mad live could learn to bounce out on a bad vibe Or even keep a gun in your cab ride Have I ever thought about my life as a bad guy? Made a little money sellin' rocks that was cap sized Robbed a lot of people like I never was baptized Yeah, I was a very young teen when I took my **** hotter But got right off my dean when I could book the ramatta 'Cause I rather be a robber or a midnight morata There's a part of me that loves bein' gangsta All of me, I couldn't help but get in the game The **** was callin' me and I think that I was callin' it back But you can't help but trip when you fall in a trap If the lord call who got the phone for callin' him back? These are man made, why dont'cha tell man to do that? But he can't so I'm a stay on a spiritual flap 'Cause it's a up hill battle and I'm dealin' with that Alone in the street 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 o'clock in the morning You know I'm trying to see more Alone in the street All day, all night, all by myself You know that I'm alright Alone in the street 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 p.m. You know I trying to get it in Alone in the street All day, all night Consider this the sermon, start the burnin' Never said you was hard, I ain't give you the permit I might think your vermette, better yet vomit Alone in the streets with the gun by the armpit Can't put the sharks with the pine fish, that's conflict Sorta like mixin', boy scouts with the convicts Somebody go and pay if somebody gonna play 'Cause the streets cold hearted than a hot summer day If you gonna rap, please stop, run away Go home, flush your crack then give your gun away 'Cause the rules is written down in invisible ink Just consider what the critical think Don't rat, do ya bid in the clink Stand tall little boy Get ya self a shank, if you feelin' paranoid But real talk, ****, jail talk, I know home sweet Even locked down in a cage is where you don't be Alone in the street 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 o'clock in the morning You know I'm trying to see more Alone in the street All day, all night, all by myself You know that I'm alright Alone in the street 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 p.m. You know I trying to get it in Alone in the street All day, all night (Thanks to timsy for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania