Poor Lonesome Homeboy

Ey yoyo, check it out, it's the Promoe

Poor lonesome homeyboy, second?

Check it out

I'm the poor lonesome homeyboy

Far away from home

My only companion in the cold streets

Be the microphone

It's like this

I'm the poor lonesome homeyboy, far away from home

got those inner city blues whatever evil streets I roam

They're not known to me, crazy lonely

If I by surprise bump into someone they're phoney

Only skindeep conversations, smalltalk, chit-chat 'bout this that

Well, shit's wack so skip that

And I skip along to the nearest 7 Eleven

Where I boost some juice, so what, I don´t get to heaven

I never stay long, before I tag along

Pack my big backpack and then I'm gone like a vagabond

On a marathon, east or west, north or south

Don't have my own appartment, I sleep on a couch

At a friend's place, where I rent space for 200 a month

I walk the streets like a bum

At least that's what the average pedestrian thinks

So sometimes I gotta relief myself with a drink

And just forget about that big scary world

Lock myself in the bathroom in the tub with my girl

Then suddenly, abruptly brought back to reality

With a hangover and still that black cloud hanging over me

The poor lonesome homeboy

Far away from home

My only companion

Is the microphone

Yo, You can call me homeless cos I don't know where home is

I guess it's where the microphone is or where my homeys

Are at, cos only when I chat on da riddim

I truly feel at home, whether it's Denmark or Sweden

I´m bleeding mentally, when I'm not with the friends to me

Like this summer going back to the university

'Cause earlier this year I failed my essay

Now I'm feeling bad as hell didn't know one esse

In the whole city, I'm full of self-pity

The room that I lived in was crazy shitty

But I gladely shared my bedspace with the only company

Roaches and creeps on the same level as me

I felt so at the time solo and so low

Presentin to you another side of the Promoe

One the B-side of this 12-inch single

Yo Sec, my man, bring in that chorus-jingle

For the poor lonesome homeboy

Far away from home

My only companion

Is the microphone

Already passed 20, not knowing my direction in life

Can't really see myself settling down with kids and wife

You know: the whole package with the car

House in the suburb, career going far

My parents just told me, it was time for me to choose

Either go straight with the laws or I might loose

My access to the legal world in the future

But I'm not sure I want part of a world that treats nature

And a big percentage of its population like shit

Don't mean I'm righteous like Moses, I leave mics split

And empty spraycans at the scene of the crime

Footprints in the snow being the only signs of me and mines

Yo, you can catch me in the store

Racking up, putting alarmtags on the floor

The moral to the story is, I got no morals

You finish the story for me

Riding the train for free and bombing it is only normal

And stealing the toiletpaper from the lavatory

Haha, now that's the poor lonesome homeboy

Far away from home

My only companio-on

Be the microphone

It's like that yo

And You don't stop