Lonely

Always ending up lonely
People never conversate

Ghost in the shell
Locked up don't receive bail
Living in the tracks no trail
Speaking of a tale

Many try to go up the rope never realizing that they bound to fail
Streets will prevail
They surviving
All through the hell
Always riding
Down for the lair
Reppin' signese
Feet to the bell
Death or the cell

Everybody wanna ride dumb like sore thumb but as long as it's headed to the kale
And she gotta like rum and shake that bum little penny if she wanna ride on the sail
And the lawyer got funds to overcome obvious mistakes that'll land a man in jail
All a while this poor son like Jason is battered down on the street lookin pale

Screeching for help
Everybody saying get well
to discover that he done excelled
To what was prophesied upon
Now everybody mind gone
Wondering if he in heaven or in hell

For the ones that ride along
Eyebrows tucked down
Buckle up and savor energy to smell
What the pressure lies upon
To switch it all upon the index and flex the bullet shells

Always ending up lonely
People never conversate