Pharsyde

Love on the low, love everywhere I go

And I can't face it all I need is right where I belong

My ears are ringing, my palms are shaking, my heart is racing

Somebody's mama's heart is aching, can't take it, partly fainted

Found these body parts in awkward places, like apartments, basements

Garbage vacant, lots, garages, spaces, Harlem's far too spacious

Sometimes I wish I could get away and charter spaceships

To get away from my inhuman race with hearts of Satans

Took off my Mason Martin's, lay on back like Martha Mason

Smoke away my eye and lung 'til later die at 71

I lay down now

This someone's journey in the streets who gotta keep a, peace, peace

I lay down now

As I lay me down to sleep I pray to God I rest in peace

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

Gentrification split the nation that I once was raised in

I don't recall no friendly neighbors face on my upraising

Back in my younger days or razor blades with gangs who bang and never stood a chance

Some boys don't dance, but left 'em Harlem shaking

On the pavement

And my generation fucked, and my society

Very trippy pages in my diary

It's the irony how LSD inspired me to reach the high in me

Used to never give a damn now I don't give a fuck entirely

I think my pride died in me, somewhere inside of me, it's gotta be

A whole 'nother side of me

If you seen the shit that I'd have seen in 26 years of living

That's how many fucks I've given