Lonely Streets

Lyrics

[Chorus: Nina Simone (Sampled) & Esoterik] I walk The lonely streets I watch the people Passing by I used to Watch the fallin' rain And listen to The sweet birds sing Every single word You hear now Is comin' right from My heart, this heart of mine I've never felt like This before This feelin' that (Yeah) (Check me out right now) Possesses me (Yeah, we're back in the booth, baby!) (Yo) [Verse 1: Esoterik] I'm pure with my passion, impossible to predict My mind is a mansion, my heart is a gift The world doesn't owe you shit, you owe the world everything From the magic on this mic to their fake diamond rings I create rhyme and sing to get me where I am Turn your headlights on, this is Heaven where I stand An adventure with the Sandpeople to push the purity Kindly conduct this biz beautifully They tell us to sit down my people'll stand up 'Cause yes, bro, Eso is Houdini in handcuffs Sunrise, moonshine, another day lives A little reminder from God, your money ain't shit And that my ideas are bulletproof, my team's in the house My hope can't be hung, my dreams can't be drowned Man makes money, money doesn't make man Monkey see, monkey do, this monkey's got the upper hand, rejoice [Chorus: Nina Simone (Sampled) & Sapient] I walk The lonely streets I watch the people Passing by I used to Watch the fallin' rain And listen to The (Yeah) sweet birds (Yeah) sing [Verse 2: Sapient] Mother, help me, it's happened to my brain again The beat plays and the flames descend So I become Sapient to be at peace with my monsters The swords from the stone, I'm the king of my genre Yeah, I know I'm so robotic Dependant on machines to grow dope product Makin' little seeds that'll die or stem out Makin' your head northwestbound We've all made sacrifices like money and physical health but I'm not ringin' the bell, I'm sitchin' my belt up When this bullshit blows, I've never sold my soul So there's a chance that I won't end up in Hell thus Far but I know that things change I convinced the Devil to free my soul from this instrumental And my homeland security overheats I'll be overseas smoking weed with Izm, Bliss n Eso [Chorus: Nina Simone (Sampled) & Ethic] Every single word You hear now Is comin' right from My heart, this heart of mine I've never felt like This before This feelin' that Possesses (Uh) me (What, what?) [Verse 3: Ethic] Yeah, I've been feelin' alright, keepin' the quietest kept approach Knowin' that these crews are the next to blow Up, right? Stand on my own two feet We touch mics and demand that you focus, please Feelin' fortunate Learnin' that Portland is where the hemispheres converge, on these coordinates I kept gorgeous shit, yeah, of course we sick One listen'll have you worshippin' porcelain I've been more than intrigued to beat you The knowledge that I gained when I ate from the tree's fruit And now I pass it along Become a passionate man that puts cash in his palm Bringin' action to plans and my back's gettin' strong Feel like Atlas and my fam as the faction belongs On the tip of your tongue, I spit for the drums While Debaser's on a rampage that's only begun, it's like [Chorus: Nina Simone (Sampled) & Bliss] I walk The lonely streets I watch the people Passing by I used to Watch the fallin' (Uh-huh, yeah) rain And listen (Yo, check it out) to (Yeah) The sweet birds (Yo) sing [Verse 4: Bliss] We gotta stop livin' for "I" and start livin' for "we" 'Cause we all ball on this ball together, spinnin' so free I sing in the breeze but they won't stay to listen 'Cause individually, they think we don't make a difference Time to blow and break the business, put the system into spin I'm that midnight vagabond who's driftin' in the wind Who just listens with a grin through chaos that man's facin' I'm speakin' clearly but it's like it's lost in translation 'Cause out the pavement, we dried the orchids From the ground and blazed with these minds in orbit Yeah, we find in Portland that kids are free, the youth Poetical polecs paintin' in an inconvenient truth I'm that mind sleepwalker travelling hellish dreams Bridging a playful ego and a battered self-esteem Whether it's a joke or hot, whether it's dope or not You won't stop what's poppin' out o' my vocal box, it's like that