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[Hook] [Anjulie] (Bishop Lamont):

Lights go down on these broken streets of mine

(Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?)

Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside

(Memories gettin' hard to hold)

Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine

(Do what you need to)

See through my, hollow eyes

Lights go down on these broken streets of mine

(Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?)

Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside

(Memories gettin' hard to hold)

Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine

(Do what you need to)

See through my, hollow eyes



[Verse One] [Bishop]:

When I first got into shit, I thought it was the shit

I freestyled every minute, everyday I gotta spit

I did the local shows, Project Blowed

Good Life, Unity, The Wake Up Show

Dreamin' in my mind of the day when I would blow

I'd be like Nas, Big Pun, Redman and Camp Lo

End up on The Source or Yo!MTV Raps

With Dre and Ed Lover, couldn't nothin' beat that

Then that shit got cancelled

Rap City came along

Went from Mayor Chris Thomas to Prince Dejour

It started gettin' bigger, Joe Clair and Big Lez

Till that faggot nigga Tigger, that's what Superhead said

But uh, anyway, locally I started poppin'

Hooked up with Dorsey Fuller at The Beat got me rockin'

Sha got my back, both stations had me knockin'

Labels started jockin'

I started losin' options



[Hook] [Anjulie] (Bishop Lamont):

Lights go down on these broken streets of mine

(Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?)

Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside

(Memories gettin' hard to hold)

Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine

(Do what you need to)

See through my, hollow eyes

Lights go down on these broken streets of mine

(Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?)

Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside

(Memories gettin' hard to hold)

Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine

(Do what you need to)

See through my, hollow eyes



[Verse Two] [Bishop]:

Put out Who I Gotta Kill cause of that nigga Naeem

Back when he worked for MC Eiht he fronted on me so mean

Told me I ain't got a chance, flash forward, now we cool

That's that industry shit, what them phoney people do

But I ain't even trip so on with the story

Started losin' friends that wasn't really happy for me

I mean rap friends that really wanted my glory

Hooked up with J. Wells makin' hot shit at Sony

Thanks to Jack Bomb, yeah we used to be homies

We made It's Bishop, it blew up for me

Unbeknownst to most, dude started bad mouthin' me

I had no choice but beat him up on the balcony

Coulda been a warrant or cause of Dr. Dre

He said I was "Hollywood", oh, okay

And come to think of it, I wasn't gettin' paid

Just followin' the dream, realizin' the charade



[Hook] [Anjulie] (Bishop Lamont):

Lights go down on these broken streets of mine

(Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?)

Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside

(Memories gettin' hard to hold)

Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine

(Do what you need to)

See through my, hollow eyes

Lights go down on these broken streets of mine

(Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?)

Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside

(Memories gettin' hard to hold)

Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine

(Do what you need to)

See through my, hollow eyes



[Verse Three] [Bishop]:

Damn hip hop I didn't know it'd be like this

Contracts, backstabbers, cut throat shit

I signed to a major and I majorly got fucked

Outside lookin' in, "Oh damn, he gon' blow up"

I thought I got signed, didn't feel like I was signed

Did all the hard work, raised my buzz, kept my shine

Release date never, but I was too blind

Loyal men I'm hopeful for a day I'll never find

Rappers all aggy cause they can't get at me

I was off worse than them thinkin' 'bout it so actually

They was all free, it was like I'm in a prison

Watch the days go by all I could do was keep spittin'

Drop street albums

Tour overseas

Made a hit record, my label made it cease

But I smiled in my interviews, repped 'em in my youtubes

Looked so happy, you couldn't tell I was confused



[Hook] [Anjulie] (Bishop Lamont):

Lights go down on these broken streets of mine

(Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?)

Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside

(Memories gettin' hard to hold)

Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine

(Do what you need to)

See through my, hollow eyes

Lights go down on these broken streets of mine

(Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?)

Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside

(Memories gettin' hard to hold)

Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine

(Do what you need to)

See through my, hollow eyes