C4 Productions - Last Train to Toronto lyrics

[Verse 1:] I missed the train I ain't gon' make it there Feel like I'm locked, Jamaican hair I don't think I'm going anywhere I'm from Rochester where the skinny n***as die Know they ride, know they cry, know they-- Try to survive while making it by Flipping them pies up on Lenox On the west side of the south n***as on the north side got the guns hiding all up in the couch It's revolutionary mind state If a job don't, crime pays Picture the world through my eyes Yeah the mind frame, hope the grind pays I'm living back at my parents' house Laying awake on the homie's couch Waking and wondering when all the wickedeness within me is gonna leave me without With or without what you giving, I'm focused on living this life to the fullest and sh** But I see the shadow is pulling and sh**, you be pulling and sh** And I don't know what they looking for in the neon lights of the liquor store Fireball, and the hood sodas Mr. Juice for the hood stoners Mystics for the thick chicks that only eat salt and the vinegar chips Me, I'm here for the scratch-offs, hoping a dollar is gon' make me rich Pipe dreams and the white nights and the cold days and the long fight And the long march to the cashing line Ten percent for the cashing fine And the snow's falling, said the snow's falling Is ball really life if no one is balling? [Hook:] Cause I've fallen victim to rabbits and rabbit holes Cheshire cats in the pinstripe Alice ain't know they had calicoes Caterpillar offers me a toke I ain't gon' take it, the smoke won't leave me alone I said the smoke won't leave me alone (x2) [Verse 2:] I missed the train I ain't gon' make it out Of the city where innocents minded they business is taken out At a non-violent event blood spills on cement Three dead can you see them? Now they angels, can we repent? Like I'm sorry for all of my sins (sorry for all of my sins) And I'm sorry I ran away from this night that never ends Lotta kids not from the hood, wanna talk like they about it And all my n***as in the sh**s just be talking bout getting out it Cause 'round here no one graduates A's only come with R's and K's And the 15, talking 47's, talking Mac 11's when the .40 spray Like doo doo, d-doo doo, doodoo doo doo, doodoo doo When you so scared you don't know what to do Talking bout the doo doo, d-doo doo, doodoo doo doo, doodoo da And the fireworks make it worse cause you don't know when to duck And the snow's falling, said the snow's falling Is ball really life if no one is balling? [Hook]