(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