Lonely, depressed, feeling so sad.
Darkness and coldness--why ain't I mad.
Whispers, yelling, so many cries,
Why do I smile with so many lies?
Only the mind, the heart has gone numb,
Why live at all--still feeling dumb.
Living this world with so many fears,
And yet I still wonder-why never tears.
I have no reason to live or to care,
I was put here-life isn't fair.
All remains hopeless--never stays good.
Just like a hill-up & down moods.
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day,
For this to Lord I truly do pray.
But where is my mouth?  How do I speak?
All of a sudden, just feeling weak.
Hoping that someone would help understand,
Maybe I need someone to just hold my hand.
But what am I thinking, what do I say?
This girl who I mentioned ain't in L.A.
For her all I am, is just some new mail,
Or am I more? How can I tell?
Am I just too greedy, asking too much,
Or am I just lonely, missing a touch?
Slowly but surely, I am decaying inside,
Where is my strength--all my Brown Pride?
The loco who once used to claim the name raskal
No longer is sure what he need to ask for.
It's easy to live when there's a need to stand tall.
But how can you stand, when I hit a great fall?
And further than that there's a big wall,
stopping me from having a cold ass 8 ball.
Sureno-Norteno....it's all the same,
I am too old, to get stuck on that game.
I know we ain't in the same Town,
And i know soon you will be back down
Maybe we'll meet, maybe we won't,
Maybe you can, maybe you don't.
Maybe I'll hold you and look in your eye,
Maybe i'll hug you and begin to cry.
Maybe I need a re-assuring face,
To make me feel like I belong in this place,
All I can do is just sit and wait,
And just let destiny take on its fate,
Cause a nigga like me-- where do I look,
A nigga like me...appearing a crook.
A brotha like me, doesn't know how to taste,
A brotha like me, just going to waste,
I carnal como yo,without an eye,
A carnal like me destined to die.
All that I have is simply my ears,
Nothing to listen to, to cover my fears,
When I tell you why, you'll be amazed,
because without a guiding voice,
   ---I have no face....

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