No where to go

yo here we go

im taking this game home

all alone, rhymes off the dome

all i need is a pen, pad and a microphone

im grown, im stone im on my own

poor no money, not even cheep cologne

baggy cloths, thats only supposed to keep me warm

im a wreck, work with this 9 to 5 for a lousy check

loss 35 pounds, havent ate, im hungry

if i ever get food i get a beat and my food is taken from me

cant even afford to record my music so ill never achieve an award

last night i had nowhere to go so i broke in to a ford Accordjust to get some shut eye

but of course it was occupy by some girl givin' head to a guy

no where to sleep, wish i would just die

but god keeps tellin' me i must survive

sooner or later he told me my wings are gonna fly

told me to hold on and wait for the worst days to get by