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These days are dark and the nights are cold
People actin like they lost their soul
And everywhere I go, I see another person like me
Tryin to make it all feel like home (feel like home)
These days are dark and the nights are cold
People actin like they lost their soul
And everywhere I go, I see another person like me
Tryin to make it all feel like home

Standin on the bridge in the dark
and I'm seein my breath
Tryin to make it home without freezin to death
and my grandfather's face is stuck in my mind
and how seein him tonight's gonna be the last time
I shoulda brought a jacket
blowin in my hands like it's really gonna stop the chill
I buy a cup of coffee with a 5 dollar bill
Thinkin layin in that box people look so still
at times like these you start thinking
your first breath in and the clock starts tickin
I'm not tryin to bum anyone out
Not trying to be dramatic just thinkin out loud
Im just trying to make some sense in my mind
Some defense from the cold that I'm feelin outside
and for a minute escapewith some rhythm and rhyme
and get away from the grey just a bit at a time

Kinda funny how this world can treat ya
Like a freak in a sideshow
A carnival creature
Climbin outta cans, Im a diamond in the sand
But you cant tell the difference in a beach of rhinestones
my life's like tryin to swallow a pinecone
it's tough when you live fast just to die slow
talk to dial tones my dreams are far fetched it seems
so I sleep underneath this park bench
I know it dont make sense and I dont expect for you to know what it's like
Smoke, drink, pissin everything off in my sight
push rocks in a pipe
lift-off I keep puffin til my lips turn white
and my chest gets tight
But who the ******** really cares when you're so far left that even death looks right
All I can do is hope for the best and pray that it gets a little better than yesterday

These days are dark and the nights are cold
People actin like they lost their soul
And everywhere I go, I see another person like me
Tryin to make it all feel like home
These days are dark and the nights are cold
People actin like they lost their soul
And everywhere I go, I see another person like me
Tryin to make it all feel like home

Yo
Pardon me, I think I'm next to Earl.
Too many problems goin on thats why I left my girl
Packed my bags and I travel with a pen and my notepad
Who said I was broke and all the things that I dont have
But still I try to find a way to escape from what I hate
Planted in my head that led to mistakes
But now im breakin the mold see I was patient and calm
Many sleep in the rain but I'm awake in the storm
Writin my life in a short film
The rise and fall
How i managed to scorch hills and climb the wall
pound pavement, aimless in this cold existence
even the things that change and i'm going the distance
overcoming the depth I had controlled for so long
and put it all behind me cos life still goes on
now i'm much stronger, I know where I stand
we'll all soul search over and over again


These days are dark and the nights are cold
people actin like they lost their soul
and everybody's tryin not to cry
tryina get by and tryin not to feel outta control
and if you look hard enough, sometimes you'll find
a place that might just remind you of home
but if it doesn't feel like home,
you can do what i do
just pretend you don't feel so alone (so alone, so alone...)

Feel like home
Feel like home
Feel like home
Feel like home
Feel like home
Feel like home
Feel like home
Feel like home

sometimes you just feel tired. when You feel weak. And when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up. But you gotta search within you, find that inner strength and just pull that s**t out of you, and get that motivation to not give up, and not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.



Till I collapse I’m spillin' these raps, long as you feel 'em
Till the day that I drop you’ll never say that I’m not killing 'em
Cause when I am not then I am stop pennin them
And I am not hip-hop and I’m just not Eminem.
Subliminal thoughts, when I’ma stop sending them. Women are caught in webs, spin 'em and hoch venom .
Adrenalin shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop. Amoxacilin's just not real enough.
The criminal cop killing hip-hop villain a minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners.
Your coming with me, feel it or not, you’re gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of God lives in us.
You hear it a lot, lyrics to shock. Is it a miracle or am I just product of pop fizzing up?
Fa shizzle my wizzle this is the plot, listen up... You bizzles forgot slizzl does not give a ******** - NateDogg]
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, cant shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out, and my high burns out
Ima rip this s**t till my bone collapse.
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out, and my high burns out
Ima rip this s**t till my bone collapse.



Music is like magic there’s a certain feeling you get when you real
and you spit and people are feeling your s**t.
This is your moment and every single minute you spend tryin to hold on to it cause you may never get it again.
So while you’re in it try to get as much s**t as you can
and when your run is over just admit when it's at its end.
Cause I’m at the end of my wits with half the s**t that gets in.
I got a list here’s the order of my list that it’s in
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie, Andre from Outkast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me. But in this industry I’m the cause of a lot of envy
so when I’m not put on this list the s**t does not offend me.
That’s why you see me walking around like nothing’s bothering me.
Even though half you people got a ******** problem with me.
You hate it but you know respect you got to give me
The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney Nate hit me.



Soon as a verse starts I eat at MC’s heart
what is he thinking, you not to go against me, smart
And it's absurd, how people hang on every word.
I’ll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
But I’ll never be served, my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first.
Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse.
That’s why I’m clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I’m a addict
I rap like I’m addicted to smack like I’m Kim Mathers.
But I don’t want to go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers.
So this is like a full blown attack I’m launching at them
The track is on some battleing rap who wants some static
Cause I don’t really think that the fact that I’m Slim matters
A plaque and platinum status is wack if I’m not the baddest.


Until the roof (until the roof)
The roof comes off (the roof comes off)
Until my legs (until my legs)
give out from underneath me


I,I will not fall,
I will stand tall,
Feels like no one can beat me.

The thoughts from my mind
Command my lips say I hate you
The thoughts from my mind
Command my hands to cut your silken flesh
The thoughts from my mind
Command my feet to stomp your head
The thoughts from my mind have one question...
When will this ever end?


Not much to the life I live
Same 4 Walls
I have nothing left to give
Please take it all away....
Same 4 Walls

The thoughts from my mind
Feel the pain as rats claw at my flesh

The thoughts from my mind
Feels the joy as the needle hits my vein
The thoughts from my mind
Smells the stench as s**t runs down my leg
The thoughts from my mind ask for sanity
Now for this I beg



my mind is like today.
damp dark dreary
as the rain falls outside beating,
though it hits the ground
i can feel it
slipping away
dying without decay
dying like my soul
from the inside out.
i can only prey
it won't be long
it won't be long now
it can't be long
it can't be long now...
help me...
(where do i go from here?)

The thoughts from my mind
Command my lips say I hate you
The thoughts from my mind
Command my hands to cut your silken flesh
The thoughts from my mind
Command my feet to stomp your head
The thoughts from my mind have one question...
WHEN WILL I BE DEAD?

You've Gotta Lotta Nerve To Say You Are My Friend
When I Was Down You Just Stood There Grinnin'
You've Gotta Lotta Nerve To Say You Have A Helping Hand To Lend
You Just Want To Be On The Side That's Winnin'

You See Me On The Street, You Always Act Surprised
Ya Say "how Are You?", "good Luck", But Ya Don't Mean It
When You Know As Well As Me You'd Rather See Me Paralyzed
Why Don't You Just Come Out Once And Scream It

I Know The Reason You Talked Behind My Back
I Used To Be Among The Crowd You're In With
But Do You Take Me For Such A Fool, To Think I'd Make Contact
With The One Who Tries To Hide What He Dont Know To Begin With?

You Say I've Let You Down - Ya Know Its Not Like That
If You're So Hurt, Why Then Doncha Show It?
You Say You've Lost Your Faith, But That's Not Where Its At
Ya Have No Faith To Lose - An' Ya Know It

No, I Doe Not Feel That Good When I See The Heartbreaks You Embrace
If I Was A Master Thief Perhaps I'd Rob Them
And Tho I Know You're Dissatisfied With Your Position And Your Place
Don't You Understand, Its Not My Problem?

I Wish That For Just One Time You Could Stand Inside My Shoes
And Just For That One Moment I Could Be You
Yes, I Wish That For Just One Time You Could Stand Inside My Shoes
You'd Know What A Drag It Is To See

I only like the classics I can't get done with all the new stuff you kids listen to today. xp

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they�d be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I�d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn�t take one more step.

I can�t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
Singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock �n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you�re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin� in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin� buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin�,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
And singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we�ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin� stone,
But that�s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
And singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
And singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil�s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan�s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
And singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I�d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn�t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
Singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
Singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die."