Poor Lonesome Homeboy

Ey yoyo, check it out, it's the Promoe Poor lonesome homeyboy, second typhoon Check it out... I'm the poor lonesome homeyboy Far away from home My only companion in the cold streets Be the microphone It's like this... I'm the poor lonesome homeyboy, far away from home Got those inner city blues whatever evil streets I roam They're not known to me, crazy lonely If I by surprise bump into someone they're phoney Only skindeep conversations, smalltalk, chit-chat 'bout this that Well, shit's wack so skip that And I skip along to the nearest 7 Eleven Where I boost some juice, so what, I don´t get to heaven I never stay long, before I tag along Pack my big backpack and then I'm gone like a vagabond On a marathon, east or west, north or south Don't have my own appartment, I sleep on a couch At a friend's place, where I rent space for 200 a month I walk the streets like a bum At least that's what the average pedestrian thinks So sometimes I gotta relief myself with a drink And just forget about that big scary world Lock myself in the bathroom in the tub with my girl Then suddenly, abruptly brought back to reality With a hangover and still that black cloud hanging over me The poor lonesome homeboy Far away from home My only companion Is the microphone Yo, You can call me homeless cos I don't know where home is I guess it's where the microphone is or where my homeys Are at, cos only when I chat on da riddim I truly feel at home, whether it's Denmark or Sweden I´m bleeding mentally, when I'm not with the friends to me Like this summer going back to the university Cause earlier this year I failed my essay Now I'm feeling bad as hell didn't know one esse In the whole city, I'm full of self-pity The room that I lived in was crazy shitty But I gladely shared my bedspace with the only company Roaches and creeps on the same level as me I felt so at the time solo and so low Presentin to you another side of the Promoe One the B-side of this 12-inch single Yo Sec, my man, bring in that chorus-jingle For the poor lonesome homeboy Far away from home My only companion Is the microphone Already passed 20, not knowing my direction in life Can't really see myself settling down with kids and wife You know: the whole package with the car House in the suburb, career going far My parents just told me, it was time for me to choose Either go straight with the laws or I might loose My access to the legal world in the future But I'm not sure I want part of a world that treats nature And a big percentage of its population like shit Don't mean I'm righteous like Moses, I leave mics split And empty spraycans at the scene of the crime Footprints in the snow being the only signs of me and mines Yo, you can catch me in the store Racking up, putting alarmtags on the floor The moral to the story is, I got no morals You finish the story for me Riding the train for free and bombing it is only normal And stealing the toiletpaper from the lavatory Haha, now that's the poor lonesome homeboy Far away from home My only companio-on Be the microphone It's like that yo... And You don't stop...