DESCRIPTION:
Off of Scribes's album "What Was Lost". Download the whole album for free here: http://scribesmusic.com/what-was-lost-download-it-here/

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LYRICS:

Talking:
I dedicate this song, to all the friends family and what not...
To all the rappers, singin and doin hip hop. Everybody...
Yea, so check me out...

Verse 1:
I woke up early on my born day, I'm 20 w/ style
an illmatic, phat rappin, tight century child
I'm tired of christian politicans, the right reppin teachin the crowd
proceed to speak, deceitfully with the evil smile
but all of those, yo, who laugh at my name
I brainstorm for the proper payback that I claim
I got love for the southern folks reppin the south
but fuck the senate and the crooked representative's house
listen... u must forgive me if i've spoken it wrong
but aint a motherfuckin motive I should vote for or focus on
I always carry my umbrella in rain,
my daily life pain, let me explain, i'm insane
so I struggle, tryna get from day 1 to day 2
work shift to shift, wonderin if I could break through
I'm daily dreamin bout the livin that's good
at times I think I'm misunderstood
still I do what I should, to get by, feel like the corporation own u
the still, empty, cold household that I come home to
is worse, the work I can handle it all
but it hurts when a man he ain't got family to call

Chorus:
Come back when my
Sunshine aint got
Clouds of gray so cold
Cuz I dreamed that my soul
Can one day shine
I'm gonna change I know
I'm sayin ah
It's harder now
Aint got a song
Baby can u guide me home
I'll sing u a song that's only for the lonesome
Than I... I'll be gone

Verse 2:
said I'll be round sellin records till my lyricism run out
I visualize the track, sit back and pull the pen out
the microphone is like the food that I'm blessin
expressed through professional tools up in my session
please somebody fire me
Scarface is up inside of me, I try to talk to God up in my diary
paragraph or sentence, the statement never fade
Scribes, play the center stage like ur favorite renegade
but as I write ink stings on through
hatred and the pain, gray ages stain the pages
I wanna be remembered as a hip hop man
a motherfuckin rap veteran if ever I am
I've criticized peoples lives and the miserable times
it distracts me, from all the shit thats missin in mine
all the hate, why stay, I can't get through
I'm askin u, God what should I do? And I still say...

Chorus

Bridge:
Can't let ur soul grow cold in the times
U gotta get yours (gotta get yours)
And shit I gotta get mine (gotta get mine)
I gotta make it by
Maybe fly through the rain
Can't die, must survive mane
Scribes is the name

Can't let ur soul grow cold in the times
U gotta get yours (gotta get yours)
And shit I gotta get mine (gotta get mine)
I gotta make it by
Maybe fly through the rain
Can't die, must survive mane
Scribes is the name

Verse 3:
from the life into the mental, the pencil to the line
the letters into sentences, the sentences to rhymes
then labels take ur money like a pay cut back
it's middle man with the dough, hell no, fuck that
I wake up daily, always writin to gain
w/ a pain inside of me, I can't describe or explain
i'm always irritated by rappers overrated
hey yo, my motive is to get my vocals validated
and maybe that be money, or maybe it's love
or maybe it be heaven and some payment above
it's hardly worth it if I can't get a woman to believe with,
no loved ones to talk to, or people hear to speak with
promote the movement like amendments on the wall
but now i'm questionin if i'll defend em till I fall
yo, cuz tho i've grown yo i've know for years
fuckin cold man, it's so damn lonely here
I'm sayin...

Chorus

Camila:
I'll be gone, cuz it's only for the lonesome
I'll be gone, only for the lonesome
I'll be gone