So Far from Home

"Oh, it's so hard to be alone."
 It's so hard baby. So hard
 It ain't easy doin' what I do but ah, (No it ain't, no it ain't.)
 I'm gonna go out here, I'mma get this paper
 I'mma hit this road and I'ma...
 Keep keep keep keep it on
 Listen, (one two now) I say that I'mma keep it on
 I say that I'mma keep it on
 We gon' set the party off right
 It's Jazzanova (yes sir) and Phonte
 Now I'mma show you how to rhyme
 Because your circle gettin' outta line
 I made magic on these tracks like Merlin
 When I'm in Berlin, ridin', swervin' down the Autobahn
 A buck twenty or more
 Doin' cities and tours
 Write ditties that make the bitties get on the floor
 Like Diddy they +Press Play+ but I press record
 To give it to you quite like I never did it before
 Fitted cap on the dome
 Ladies love the kid, they really think he a charm
 When he step off stage, the feelin' ain't so warm
 Go back to the room, call wifey and moms
 Tell 'em how much I miss 'em, so the kids, just kiss 'em for me
 And tell them, "Return, I shall."
 I know this type of livin' ain't ration-al
 But that's the price for bein' international
 You're out here all alone
 No place to call your own
 Feelin' all the pain and anguish
 Prayin' that they speak the language
 Everybody know your face
 As long as you know your place
 There's been so many tracks I don' rhymed on
 In so many different time zones
 Just doin' everything I can to get my shine on
 I even dropped poems down in Stockholm
 And sent niggas to the cosmos in Oslow
 Pretty chicks rockin' tunics in Munich
 People ask me every day why I do this
 And I tell 'em all the time it's all about the music
 If it wasn't for this hip hop shit
 These people wouldn't treat me like the creme de la creme
 Red carpet treatment, the chances are slim
 I'd probably just be another nigga to them
 Cause the young folks cool but the old folks cold
 Be starin' like they never seen black people before
 I know it ain't ration-al
 But it ain't they fault, they not international
 You know what I'm sayin'?
 "Oh it's so hard to be alone"
 So close but still so far away
 After a show at Jazz Cafe
 I met a brother in the crowd and he said, "That I'm currently
 In the military, but I'm from Greensboro"
 I gave him a pound and I ain't talkin' bout currency
 I started thinkin' about my boys at the crib
 Who dream of these places but won't make it over
 Rocked a million places and I've seen the sights
 But when black people unite
 Home feels much closer
 Everybody keep it on and on
 Jazzanova keep it on and on
 One time keep it on and on
 Little Brother keep it on and on
 Everybody keep it on and on
 Phontigga keep it on and on
 Everybody keep it on and on