Another Song

Hold up let me hit my

Hypnotic Record.

Aight you rollin'?

I'd just like to take a minute to apologize to my listeners.

I just wanna say

I'm sorry for not havin' any songs about happyness or bein' in peace & **** like that.

See I can only display my personal feelings & experiences.

And so far

I ain't felt what happyness feels like

Or experienced to anything but hard times & heartache

So I apologize for not makin' you dance.

I apologize for not havin' any sarcastical songs

You know that good feelin' with 'em that put a smile on your face

I ain't had nothin' to offer accept for frowns

So for that

I'm sorry,

I promise if

I can sing

Another Song,

I would. [[Verse 1: Z-Ro]

I wish I could tell you my life is good but it's not

I wish Missouri

City winters were cold, but they're hot

So many situations to deal with,

I can't concentrate

A hundred homies & everyone is fake.

How can I make it out the ghetto?

It won't let me go

Seems like everytime

I do a good deed, good deeds never return to '

Ro I gave up my last so somebody could have a start

Then somebody got me locked behind bars

What a way to show your love back, homey you a friend for life

For your crime

I'm doin' time in the

Penn tonight

It's bad enough

I lost a family my luck ain't live

Mama died when

I was 6 &

Daddy ain't have enough time

To kick it with me like

I wanted him to kick it with me

Now that I'm incarcerated you wanna come visit with me

But I ain't holdin' no grudges

Daddy I love you that's my word

Even though you had me sleepin' on a curb,

I wish I had

Another Song. [Chorus: Z-Ro]

These are the days.

These are the days.

We cherish them because soon they'll be gone away.

Soon they'll be gone away.

On to another place

Pretty soon

I'll be gone 20 summod years of calling

God on this mobile phone

If it wasn't for my life style

I'd sing Another

Song. [Verse 2: Z-Ro]

I wish that

I was ridin' around in a

Bentley But maybe

Z-Ro livin' lavish just ain't meant to be '

Cause I'm the type of fella that'll give a bum a hundred dollars

I'd rather help out my people instead of poppin' my collar

I wish I could get a million copies sold

If I'm broke

I'd rather die

I don't want no more poverty '

Ro & oh Sometimes

I wish I was somebody else '

Cause I can't even pay bills even though my

CD's won't stay on the shelf

Strugglin' &

I'm strivin' & just barely survivin'

Bobbin' & weavin' my last breath time after time

And it seems that

I won't ever get no rest

I'm exhausted

Tryin' to make it compare the price & pain is what the cost is

Maybe if I was evil

I'd be rollin' in bread

Until somebody with a pistol come & opened my head

But my mission is keepin' ambition

I'm tryin' so hard even though my soul is scarred

Oh Lord, I wish

I had Another

Song. [Chorus: Z-Ro]

These are the days.

These are the days.

We cherish them because soon they'll be gone away.

Soon they'll be gone away.

On to another place

Pretty soon

I'll be gone 20 summod years of calling

God on this mobile phone

If it wasn't for my life style

I'd sing Another

Song. [Verse 3: Z-Ro]

I wish that

I could sing

Another Song

But my rhythm is too much pain

Sunshine is the level that

I think I'm own so tell me why it's so much rain

Day to day it's a struggle in my lifetime

To keep from creepin'

I be stayin' in the

G No crimes committed so tell me why

I'm doin' time

And won't nobody come & sit with me for free

Sometimes at night

I smoke a cig & sit back

And wonder why the whole world hate me

So much ambition

I just gotta pull my wig back

Wishin' murder would come on & take me

I wish that

I could sing

Another Song

I'm tired of sleepin' in rivers of tears all night long

No point in wonderin' why my people use to do me wrong

Stuck in this reality until my life is over & gone. [Chorus: Z-Ro]

These are the days.

These are the days.

We cherish them because soon they'll be gone away.

Soon they'll be gone away.

On to another place

Pretty soon

I'll be gone 20 summod years of calling

God on this mobile phone

If it wasn't for my life style

I'd sing Another

Song. (Calling God on this mobile phone)