Mr. Nobody

[Bridge] Nobody, nobody Me against the world, trust it’s no party ‘Cause all that glitters ain’t gold So I’ve been told Been down them lonely roads where the nights get cold When we was kids we used to say “Oh the places we’ll go Oh the places we’ll go We’ll go so many places” [Hook: Sample of Hope’s “The Rain Don’t Last” (+Reks)] Could it be the world’s grown colder? (So cold) Maybe I’m a losing soul (Well maybe I can’t win) The more I try, it just gets harder (So hard) And my pain is getting old Somebody said that nothing lasts forever Just the storm so I’ve been told But it seems that when it rains, it pours And you know (I try) [Verse 1] What becomes of a born loser? I used to believe I was conceived to be king Mommy was a drug user Daddy died young, as a son I have seen Many nights where he abused her He was just a teen, and she was just a teen When I was brought into their life hula Hoop of deceit and lies My poor bleeding eyes Used to watch Nikki on the scooter A daughter with no father may never realize A man’s touch, a man’s trust, scrutinized You either treat her like your queen or your bitch, right? I had a lite-brite It used to light up my life until the bills weren’t paid, and day became night ‘Zay became like my big brother He would hand me down ‘nough hand-me-downs, get me through a few summers [Hook] [Verse 2] Daddy didn’t preach good loving Just about the time Momma had me in the oven I was something in the making Praising Momma raised a boy through the dramas of a Papa’s leaving I’m a believer in Karma So when Daddy died of AIDS, complicated days of a young and Coming of age, I’m in a daze Let me cut straight through the chase I lived it, no twistin’ it Christmas was gifts from the gov’ment Watching my Momma plummet Baby boo in her stomach, womb By the stove in the winters Heart cold in the summers, summers Couldn’t fight the belly rumbles Humble beginnings were mine Family lying, uncle dying Time and time again head to that Welfare line A ladder to climb through hard times [Hook] [Verse 3] Momma got the lupus in her bones Roof is caving in like the upper support’s gone Move to the South, still Massachusetts home So through the sunshine, the heart is a cold zone Harder to pen storms through wind storms When Com. Sense said Borrow a Dollar, economy was strong Now we try to borrow tomorrow to get from Yesterday’s somber with limited income Outcome: We out of luck and some Hence I’m living from buck-to-buck Fuck what Clinton, Bush, and Obama do Politicians got us in the hole I just can’t fit my Momma through It’s possible to do impossible, but by pursuit of proper route Obstacles, keep writing and cock and shoot Screaming “who got the loot” like Notorious B.I., Chose another brother now I’m victorious, see why? [Hook] [Bridge]