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The One Lyrics

from Millennium

"The One" is track #2 on the album Millennium. It was written by Gary Rinaldo;sean De Vore;carlton Ridenhour.
"The One" is track #2 on the album Millennium. It was written by Gary Rinaldo;sean De Vore;carlton Ridenhour.

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I came from a place I forgot
I woke up in a parking lot
Far from a meal and a cot
On the corner

Where all the streets got the same name
Maybe my brains on the brink of insane
Pain between the papers while sleepin' on the train
This the land of milk and honey
Know what I'm sayin'

The invisible man times three black, down and out
Out standing on a corner no doubt
Now a nation of homeless sleepin' in bus stations
Another win for the pilgrims who said no more Haitians

As I proceed someone to feed me is what I need
Through three blocks of dealers tryin to hit me off wit weed
Avenue and boulevard hungry as a motherfucka
Hope to get a ride from a trucker
Everybody know I aint no sucker
Everyone used to drop 30 at the rucker

Away from crazy kids in generation wrecked
Dissin' pyramids while praisin' projects
Walk past old folks gettin' no respect
Callin' young folks a bunch a no good rejects and I walk on

An eye for an eye I cant recognize the man in the mirror
Is it I, it is I now who this cat I'm lookin' at
'Cause I've been waiting so long to get where I'm goin'
An for an eye in this country tis of thee
Now how the hell can I be free
Who this cat I'm lookin' at
'Cause I been lost so long without anybody knowin'

So I move on and I walk on
Past the preachers and the pimps gettin' their talk on
Now why do home gotta be where the negative roam
To be or not to be so I roll alone
I'm trapped within this skin and these bones
Temporary kings on cellular phones

Can I last as I walk past
Cigarette billboards and malt liquor ads
Walkin' on broken bottles and potato chip bags
Everyone I see got the nerve to brag

Where they from what they got and dont own squat
Disrespect where they from and ya might get shot
Zombies askin' me what the latest bomb be
Should shot the fuckin' sheriff and the fuckin' deputy
For okay in the drug trade and lettin' it be
But I know prison for me is an industry so I walk

I heard the best things in life be free
Didnt god make the land the air we breathe
Not for the homeless dont give a damn about me
In the mirror somebody else is starin' at me

Maybe prison is the skin I'm within
All this time I been sufferin' cant fix it wit a bufferin'
Plus they said I'll never work in this town again
Damn so I keep on walkin'

An eye for an eye, I cant recognize the man in the mirror
Is it I, it is I now who this cat I'm lookin' at
'Cause I've been waiting so long to get where I'm goin'
An for an eye in this country tis of thee
Now how the hell can I be free
Who this cat I'm lookin' at
'Cause I been lost so long without anybody knowin'

Li'l day day is big day and just did time
Seen him standin' on the unemployment line
Which collided wit the line of the health clinic
I seen crazy Stacy her ass standin' up in it

No more welfare cut her Medicaid
Damn my mama used to do her braids
I keep walkin so they dont see me
But I doubt if they doin' any better than me

So I walk on never take the planet for granted
I paved the concrete, asphalt and granite
I walk past 3 brothers sittin' on the porch
Wit a yard of dirt and littered wit Newports

Talkin' how they comin' up while they sittin' on their ass
As I walk past em I'm a target of their laughs
And one said lets get 'em for his fuckin' stash
As I walked fast past the other yards wit grass
Had a li'l cash tried to make it last

From a few deals I made from cleanin' windshields
I ran like a rally they caught me in an alley
Cant get out the ghetto from New York to Cali
I thought I had nuthin' till I felt the knife
And now I aint even got a life

Songwriters
Gary Rinaldo;Sean De Vore;Carlton Ridenhour

Published by
TERRORDOME MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC;VAN DE VORE PUBLISHING;REACH GLOBAL SONGS;SUBFUNK MUSIC

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