Vinny Idol - Alone in the Street lyrics

[Intro: sample] "Alone in the street" "A-alone in the street" "A-alone in the street" [Styles P] You f**in with my soul right here All night I don't really care what I sell or what I sold As long as I give my soul whenever my story told I don't know how you roll but I roll, all alone In the zone knowin damn well my little brother home Still feel him in the pa**enger seat I can't see him and I wish that he can chatter with me In due time until then, you can say I got more than a few rhymes Thought I'd be there to see him like more than a few times Tryin to stay away from beef, but sh** is gettin deep I ain't restin right, it's like I'm on layaway for sleep I think I shoulda been a author or somethin Disappear like Hoffa or somethin, came back when they offer me somethin My word I, got a little crust in my third eye Headache's why I be meditatin; thoughts is devastatin Could this be my last life? Maybe my past life? Is the future when I'm sleep? So what was last night? I'm goin in deep - and you know the Ghost [Hook: Styles P] {"Alone in the street"} One two three four 5 o'clock in the mornin, you know I'm tryin to see more {"Alone in the street"} All day, all night All by myself, you know that I'm all right {"Alone in the street"} Seven eight nine ten eleven 12 PM, you know I'm tryin to get it in {"Alone in the street"} All day, all night [Styles P] Mad live, could learn to bounce out on a bad vibe Or either keep a gun in your cab ride Have I thought about my life as a bad guy? Made a little money sellin rocks that was capsized Robbed a lot of people like I never was baptized Yeah I was a very young teen when I took my shahadah But got right off my deen when I could book the Ramada Cause I'd rather be a robber or a midnight marauder There's a part of me that love bein gangster, all of me I couldn't help but get in the game, the sh** was callin me And I think that I was callin it back But you can't help but trip when you fall in the trap If the Lord call, who got the phone for callin him back? Things are man-made, why don't you tell man to do that? But he can't, so I'mma stay on the spiritual flack Cause it's a uphill battle when I'm dealin with that [Hook] [Styles P] Consider this a sermon, start to burnin Never said you was hard, I ain't give you the permit I might think you vermin, better yet vomit Alone in the streets with the gun by the armpit Can't put a shark with a pawn fish, it's conflict Sorta like mixin boy scouts with the convicts Somebody gon' pay if somebody gon' play Cause the streets cold-hearted on a hot summer day If you gon' rap please stop, run away Go home, flush ya crack then, give ya gun away Cause the rules is written down, in invisible ink Just consider what the critical think Don't rat, do your bid in the clink; stand tall lil' boy Get yourself a shrink if you're feelin you're paranoid But real talk, f** jail talk, I know home's sweet Even locked down in a cage is where your dome be [Hook] - echoes at the end