HOPE - Rejjie Snow

Every night in my room and my head still tilts to the moon

Every night in my room and my head still tilts to the moon

Every night in my room and my head still tilts to the moon

I ask God why he still don’t like me

The moon still shines on my tomb like nightly

A self portrait from the boy from the D and

That’s tattooed right below the navel on my briefs

And as of late I’ve been in love with the image

That I gotta satisfy the only people that I’m missing

Now that’s fourteen names all stuck in my head

And that’s eight day ones while I still wet the bed

And that’s hardships found only answered by the bottle

And that’s suicide;

genocide;

all *coughs*

Tears still falling while the rhythm keeps flowing

And her last name now good riddance, she eloping

I feel utopia is here

And if George Orwell seen it all through the fear

And if Rembrandt’s strokes said the vision seem clear

And if Africa was life, would the sky seem clear?

With the words that I scrawl

Only live through the screen but the tales that I tell

Only dance in your dreams

The sage still burns 'cause the urn still close

Kids doing drugs while the schools sell hope

Sell hope, shit, I meant dope

Every night in my room and my head still tilts to the moon

Every night in my room and my head still tilts to the moon

Every night in my room and my head still tilts to the moon

Every night in my room and my head still tilts to the moon

To the moon, uh huh