Chorus x2]
If you saw me underneath a streetlight,
would you offer me a ride?

or would you just ride by in the night like you missed your flight?
or would you just go pray to your God that I'd be alright?


[Verse 1]
I went to many places; everywhere I went, I fell.
I saw many faces; some were heaven sent,

and some resembled hell - $$#embled well - but in the end,
all I had was a hell of a tale to tell.


So pray tell, how powerful can these words be?
Can they make you hate me or can they set you free?
Can they make you relate to me? or will they be

another way for you to find what you've been trying to seek?

'Cause what you don't see is the real me,

it's difficult to describe yourself if you don't have a release...
and that's why since I was sixteen, seven days a week,
I've been writing the rhymes and I've been making the beats.


Creating the heat, and shaking the sheets,
I'm chasing the dream but always pacing my feet;

creating the heat, and shaking the sheets,
chasing my dream, but always pacing feet.


[Chorus x2]
If you saw me underneath a streetlight,
would you offer me a ride?

or would you just ride by in the night like you missed your flight?
or would you just go pray to your God that I'd be alright?


[Verse 2]
I was gonna do it their way,
but in the end I decided to do it my way - took it to the highway.

Every night I'd lie awake, wishin' I could fly away,
wishin' they would listen to the sentences that I say.


And I pray that someday we'll all be good..
that we'll all be together like I wish that we could,
telling stories forever like I know that we would,

no more pain or rainy weather, only peace in the hood!

[Chorus x2]

If you saw me underneath a streetlight,
would you offer me a ride?
or would you just ride by in the night like you missed your flight?

or would you just go pray to your God that I'd be alright?