Back to the Light - Close to Monday

Far, far from the light Hear the night creatures call With a cold breath they howl All the hollow hours They're calling you I'll be there No matter what your going through In the dark I care I'm holding on, I'm hoping on It's still the same old me inside Back to the light Back to the streets that are paved with gold Back to the light, yeah Back to the land where the sunshine heals my soul Deep, deep in the night When the world fills with tears And the wind blows Colder and colder it grows And the fire dims with the same old fears I'll be there Though maybe you don't hear me, babe I still care No matter when and I still be there When you make it to the other side And I'm going back Back to the light Back to the streets that are paved with gold Back to the light Goin' back to the land Where the sunshine heals my soul On and on, searching for a clearer view Winning and losing an inner war Wonder what we do it for Though the road seems never ending Hold on to the hope I'm sending through Yeah No, no matter what your going through In the dark I care I'm holding on, believe it We'll be walking in the light 'Cause they'll be no place left to hide Back to the light Back to the streets that are paved with gold Back to the light Oh, I'm goin' back to land Where the sunshine heals my soul, hear me babe Yeah, yeah, yeah Back to the light Back to the light Back to the light Back to the light, yeah, yeah Babe, come with me Back to the light Yeah

We live in box Just see our walls and nothing more Coz we forgot Our goals that we prefer before We always win And selfishness in front of us We cannot be Coz money bought our chance We lost our mind Sharing power between us There is the one who can fix it God you need guns We want to use But don't give anything to you Looking for excuses Doing everything but hide the truth We need to stop Take a deep breath and look around And closing eyes Remind us when we just begun We lost our mind Sharing power between us There is the one who can fix it God you need guns

Monday through Friday I'm kicking it, jobless Momma yelling at me that they hiring at McDonalds Saturday through Sunday we partying, no parlay Living for the weekend, it repeats, I'm dreading Monday Monday through Friday I'm kicking it, jobless Momma yelling at me that they hiring at McDonalds Saturday through Sunday we partying, no parlay Living for the weekend, it repeats, I'm dreading Monday Applications I'm waiting, I called 'em I emailed 'em Got my cellphone on my side anticipating Waiting for the phone call I'm on call, nothing Problems in my life got me feeling like I'm nothing Maybe I'm to blame for my trash resume My brother told me lie, I got this job I'm getting paid 100 grand a year, all of my past is in the grave A year ago this fool was getting paid minimum wage, damn Ponte las pilas In this life you gotta move don't just sit on that silla They put an expectation on me how?, I'm the leader You focus on my life more than your own you're diarrhea Maybe, i'm tardy, again But only God's my teacher and I bet you he won't kick me out the class Last time pretending that I'm happy again Let the beat drop, hold on where's my bottle of Hennessy Monday through Friday I'm kicking it, jobless Momma yelling at me that they hiring at McDonalds Saturday through Sunday we partying, no parlay Living for the weekend, it repeats, I'm dreading Monday Monday through Friday I'm kicking it, jobless Momma yelling at me that they hiring at McDonalds Saturday through Sunday we partying, no parlay Living for the weekend, it repeats, I'm dreading Monday Back in our youth We shot hoops, shot you, tagged and robbed a, uh, a lil hoopty Who me? I'm stressing 'cause I think bout them days How we had it all so easy now I struggle for pay The chips of the Lays when I found me a dollar Skate city on the weekend for the girls trying to holla And Mondays, I pulled up to the school with nothing new But that wasn't a problem nowadays that got me blue I'm posted on the board a move away from the checkmate But right before I made the move, the cop wanna check me Found a .38, a lil weed, and a pendant The cross keep me safe while I'm booked in the county I'm painting you a picture of my boy who ain't here Who got a couple kids, a wife thats home on the chair Thinking bout the things she could've done while he was still here Now he getting sentenced Monday facing 22 years, damn Monday through Friday I'm kicking it, jobless Momma yelling at me that they hiring at McDonalds Saturday through Sunday we partying, no parlay Living for the weekend, it repeats, I'm dreading Monday Monday through Friday I'm kicking it, jobless Momma yelling at me that they hiring at McDonalds Saturday through Sunday we partying, no parlay Living for the weekend, it repeats, I'm dreading Monday