Hollow Eyes

[Sample]: This is divine music Music This is... [Hook] [Anjulie] (Bishop Lamont): Lights go down on these broken streets of mine (Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?) Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside (Memories gettin' hard to hold) Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine (Do what you need to) See through my, hollow eyes Lights go down on these broken streets of mine (Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?) Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside (Memories gettin' hard to hold) Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine (Do what you need to) See through my, hollow eyes [Verse One] [Bishop]: When I first got into shit, I thought it was the shit I freestyled every minute, everyday I gotta spit I did the local shows, Project Blowed Good Life, Unity, The Wake Up Show Dreamin' in my mind of the day when I would blow I'd be like Nas, Big Pun, Redman and Camp Lo End up on The Source or Yo!MTV Raps With Dre and Ed Lover, couldn't nothin' beat that Then that shit got cancelled Rap City came along Went from Mayor Chris Thomas to Prince Dejour It started gettin' bigger, Joe Clair and Big Lez Till that faggot nigga Tigger, that's what Superhead said But uh, anyway, locally I started poppin' Hooked up with Dorsey Fuller at The Beat got me rockin' Sha got my back, both stations had me knockin' Labels started jockin' I started losin' options [Hook] [Anjulie] (Bishop Lamont): Lights go down on these broken streets of mine (Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?) Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside (Memories gettin' hard to hold) Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine (Do what you need to) See through my, hollow eyes Lights go down on these broken streets of mine (Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?) Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside (Memories gettin' hard to hold) Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine (Do what you need to) See through my, hollow eyes [Verse Two] [Bishop]: Put out Who I Gotta Kill cause of that nigga Naeem Back when he worked for MC Eiht he fronted on me so mean Told me I ain't got a chance, flash forward, now we cool That's that industry shit, what them phoney people do But I ain't even trip so on with the story Started losin' friends that wasn't really happy for me I mean rap friends that really wanted my glory Hooked up with J. Wells makin' hot shit at Sony Thanks to Jack Bomb, yeah we used to be homies We made It's Bishop, it blew up for me Unbeknownst to most, dude started bad mouthin' me I had no choice but beat him up on the balcony Coulda been a warrant or cause of Dr. Dre He said I was "Hollywood", oh, okay And come to think of it, I wasn't gettin' paid Just followin' the dream, realizin' the charade [Hook] [Anjulie] (Bishop Lamont): Lights go down on these broken streets of mine (Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?) Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside (Memories gettin' hard to hold) Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine (Do what you need to) See through my, hollow eyes Lights go down on these broken streets of mine (Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?) Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside (Memories gettin' hard to hold) Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine (Do what you need to) See through my, hollow eyes [Verse Three] [Bishop]: Damn hip hop I didn't know it'd be like this Contracts, backstabbers, cut throat shit I signed to a major and I majorly got fucked Outside lookin' in, "Oh damn, he gon' blow up" I thought I got signed, didn't feel like I was signed Did all the hard work, raised my buzz, kept my shine Release date never, but I was too blind Loyal men I'm hopeful for a day I'll never find Rappers all aggy cause they can't get at me I was off worse than them thinkin' 'bout it so actually They was all free, it was like I'm in a prison Watch the days go by all I could do was keep spittin' Drop street albums Tour overseas Made a hit record, my label made it cease But I smiled in my interviews, repped 'em in my youtubes Looked so happy, you couldn't tell I was confused [Hook] [Anjulie] (Bishop Lamont): Lights go down on these broken streets of mine (Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?) Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside (Memories gettin' hard to hold) Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine (Do what you need to) See through my, hollow eyes Lights go down on these broken streets of mine (Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?) Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside (Memories gettin' hard to hold) Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine (Do what you need to) See through my, hollow eyes