So Far From Home - Jazzanova

«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…

And I’mma keep it on

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

All day

All night

We gon' set the party off right

All night

And all day

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

Tattoos on the arm

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

So far from home

Feelin' all the pain and anguish

Prayin' that they speak the language

So far from home

Everybody know your face

As long as you know your place

So far from home

So far from home

So far from home

So far from home

There’s been so many tracks I don' rhymed on

In so many different time zones

Gettin' my grind on

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

Cause I

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

Hey hey hey

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

Now what I’m sayin'?

On and on

Everybody keep it on and on

Like this uh

Jazzanova keep it on and on

One time keep it on and on

Like this uh

Little Brother keep it on and on

Everybody keep it on and on

Like this uh

Phontigga keep it on and on

Everybody keep it on and on

Go home c’mon