So Much Time
For this girl named Sunshine
he started shooting up his main line
didn't take time 'til he was hook, sinker and line.
Not a thinker, he dreamed of being a Rock and Roll singer
And he was gifted in many ways. The kid was gifted.
He could cop the heroin from Shaolin to 125th kid,
let's get explicit.
He tore apart his arms, his mind, body and soul.
He tried to tax his homies mom
for her purse and her personal belongings,
he longing for a fix so hard he forgot about his wife and kids,
my God, what type of shit is that?
If that aint the straw that broke the camels back, bust this,
he pimped his wife and sold his kids!
Now one little whisker pulled a ship to shore,
the same one pulled the whole band off tour.
Mad strong.8 million miles long.
With a tight grip enough to make a sane man flip.
Chorus:
So much time, wasted, gone by,
could have been just someone else.
So much time, wasted, gone by,
but I blame it on myself.
Cause I hold on to, when there's nothing,
nothing I hold on to, when there's nothing at all
Break it down. I saw a man on a train platform playing his horn,
threw some change in his hat cause I dug his song,
I could tell he had problems of the world today.
But it still didn't stop him from his subway serenade.
It was sticky, sweaty, hot on the Times Square station,
but this old man gave me a big inspiration,
had me thinking to myself,
"Damn and I be stressing shit, help me God,
take me out of this hell hole"
But this man was stone,
he had the world on his shoulders, in a struggle,
didn't even have a teddy bear to cuddle with.
Alone, solo, no family involved, but he still stood tall,
giving it his all and all.
Cause life is too precious and even in the trenches,
God has his intentions, so pay real close attention,
you could live your life doing nothing but expecting,
but remember that the future is created in the present and that's now yall
Right now.
Chorus
So much time, wasted, gone by,
could have been just someone else.
So much time, wasted, gone by,
but I blame it on myself.
Cause I hold on to, when there's nothing,
nothing I hold on to, when there's nothing at all
he started shooting up his main line
didn't take time 'til he was hook, sinker and line.
Not a thinker, he dreamed of being a Rock and Roll singer
And he was gifted in many ways. The kid was gifted.
He could cop the heroin from Shaolin to 125th kid,
let's get explicit.
He tore apart his arms, his mind, body and soul.
He tried to tax his homies mom
for her purse and her personal belongings,
he longing for a fix so hard he forgot about his wife and kids,
my God, what type of shit is that?
If that aint the straw that broke the camels back, bust this,
he pimped his wife and sold his kids!
Now one little whisker pulled a ship to shore,
the same one pulled the whole band off tour.
Mad strong.8 million miles long.
With a tight grip enough to make a sane man flip.
Chorus:
So much time, wasted, gone by,
could have been just someone else.
So much time, wasted, gone by,
but I blame it on myself.
Cause I hold on to, when there's nothing,
nothing I hold on to, when there's nothing at all
Break it down. I saw a man on a train platform playing his horn,
threw some change in his hat cause I dug his song,
I could tell he had problems of the world today.
But it still didn't stop him from his subway serenade.
It was sticky, sweaty, hot on the Times Square station,
but this old man gave me a big inspiration,
had me thinking to myself,
"Damn and I be stressing shit, help me God,
take me out of this hell hole"
But this man was stone,
he had the world on his shoulders, in a struggle,
didn't even have a teddy bear to cuddle with.
Alone, solo, no family involved, but he still stood tall,
giving it his all and all.
Cause life is too precious and even in the trenches,
God has his intentions, so pay real close attention,
you could live your life doing nothing but expecting,
but remember that the future is created in the present and that's now yall
Right now.
Chorus
So much time, wasted, gone by,
could have been just someone else.
So much time, wasted, gone by,
but I blame it on myself.
Cause I hold on to, when there's nothing,
nothing I hold on to, when there's nothing at all
Credits
Writer(s): Nelson, Jr. Ramirez, Miguel Rodriguez, Jose G. Baez
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