(WRITTEN WITH NO HOOK)
Looking around at all the lonely people
How did this all occur
It is really unclear
I must confer
I was taught theres one
For everyone
Guess the games f**ed
Kuz some take that more then one
Is this what god intended when he
Foresaw what would come
As this world spun
Multiplied by the plentiful
Daughters and sons
People k**ing themselves
Over misery
Which leads me to mystery
Wonderin what the world
Has in these streets
Can't imagine the tragedy
The agony
Of being a lonely soul on the journey
Heart achen
No one to call to when ur pocket hurtin
Stomach growlin
People happily chowing
But pride got that person never frowning
Getting hi so they neva feel the downin
Fantasizing of being king wit no crown
Hella money so its neva blown
Mentality like f** it if im rich I don't need nobody
Snap back to reality what
Good is money when theres no one to sho
A empty mansion still cold
A girl fukin for jus bread
Still a ho
A crew usin u
Is still gunna turn on u
Then what u gunna do
Stuck up no crew
Who u gunna turn to
The agony
Of being a lonely soul on the journey
Heart achen
Trigger finger shaken
Paranoia got a man
Thinkin
Contemplating if he can deal with the haten
Knowing the thoughts should be forsaken
But here comes the deceiver satan
Whispering the best thing would be leave the n***a layin
In the hardest of times a man listens to what he is sayin