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