It's quiet here
Yeah, I like to come here
It's lonesome
You know what's whack?
When I'm down with the posse or home and shit and everybody be screaming and yelling and shit
It gets real lonesome
It be like crowded and noise and screaming
And suddenly it feels like I'm the only one there
The more people there is, the lonelier it get
I have this dream
Yeah?
Like what?
Nothing
Sometimes I have it, that's all