I... I’ve been going crazy
Working past midnight
On that night train
So I lay down my tracks
But I can’t complain
I’m not going to give up
'Til the whole world knows my name!
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Hate the sound of that alarm clock
I got to get myself up while it's still dark
Half sleep, waiting on that damn train
Last week I almost quit and pop the champagne
To celebrate in longer havin' to struggle
But I didn't, in fact I stayed longer and did a double
I feel like a sell out
All of my niggas hustle
But my children got me not wanting to get in trouble
So everyday I report to this mean guy
Call him boss and swallow my pride when he screams "hi"
Same work same ten minute break
Same money after taxes to the Feds and the State
Same amount of bills still sitting in the mail
Same elevator full of piss so it smells
Same TV shows at night while I’m in bed
So this plays over and over inside my head
[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Hate the comments from the haters gums:
"I don’t see the big deal, the shit he say is dumb"
"I can’t believe they said his energy's the same as pun's"
"He ain’t ask for that release, Dre gave him one"
Y'all crazy y'all don't listen to the words?
How the adjective describes the noun sitting with the verb
I’m bigger than the bird
I’m hip-hop’s new Blackberry
Ya'll niggas still mimicking the Curve
I deliver with a swerve like a whip that hit the curb
When they finish with the brick
They couldn’t listen to you herbs
Ya'll painful like junk food sitting in the nerves
So when they say you top ten
Hell yeah I get disturbed!
I turn to MTV and the cribs are just absurd
And I ain't got no money like Timbaland and Fert
But it won’t be long before I’m living in the burbs
Cause I work hard I pray and I'm sizzling ya heard?
[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 then my dream stops
The food is extra trash so I don't eat a lot
What I wouldn't give for that ? 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 nigga Jeter got
I'm 4 and a half hours after, it's 3 o' clock
I've been killing 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 ? the night train
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