Bun B - Night Train (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Novel] I've been going crazy, working past midnight on that night train So, I lay down my tracks, and I can't complain I'm not going to give up until the whole world knows my name [Verse 1: Bun B] Got long days and longer nights Navigating through a world full of wrongs and rights I'm too tired to fight But too strong to die So, I pick myself up and keep pushing on tonight Man, I'm grinding to the bone sweatin' 'til I dehydrate Waiting for something better to get my life and my mind straight Steadily taking penitentiary chances with my fate Trying not to be a statistic behind the high gate And I don't know what the future got for me But, looking back at my past, it's got to be a better story Got to be a bit of glory On the other side Sweet chariot swing down, let a brother ride Tonight I understand that the world ain't perfect I just want to be sure in the end that it was all worth it Worth the struggles Worth the troubles And the pain All the stress on my brain Putting my days in on the night train [Hook] [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] It's been a long road That's what my songs told Fans before their hands were waving, I was on hold With fuzzy cornrows And being the norm blows So I perform flows With no darn dough And with torn clothes I'd wipe my face and say Drop the ba** then spray In a sort of Jamaican way I'd make them sway To the hatin's nay And I won the race then hey They say come, Mr. Yates and play With EPMD, Quik and Kwame But it was graduation day So I chose rap But a KCMO cat Was slow tracked To the finicky industry, it was no haps I wasn't a type to rock gold teeth and throwbacks So I froze that And I gave major record companies the bozack And now my life's changed Me and Travis had to ignite Strange Music, keep moving through it and fight pain Now the way I'm living is nice mayn Cause I strained Got migraines Writing flames On the night train [Hook] [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] Damn, this desert feel like a 142 I want to chill at the base but I got a tour to do This backpack feel heavier when you on the sand My sergeant, he moving our squad to Afghanistan Damn, I miss my man Rest in peace Doc I see him shot Just screaming and then my dream stops The food is extra trash so I don't eat a lot What I wouldn't give for that cuchifritos spot Or a pizza shop Or a sneaker spot Or little chica's twat Why I leave the block? I wonder who bumping in everybody speaker box And how many RBIs my n***a Jeter got I'm 4 and a half hours after, it's 3 o' clock I've been k**ing kids with this freaking Glock They say you sleep better if you doing the right thing This must be wrong, I'm wide awake, them bombs is louder than night trains [Hook x2]