Lyrics So Far From Home - Jazzanova , Phonte
[Intro]
[Phonte
Speaking]
"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'ma
get
this
paper.
I'ma
hit
this
road
and
I'ma...
And
I'ma
keep
it
on
Keep
keep
keep
keep
it
on
Listen,
(one
two
now)
I
say
that
I'ma
keep
it
on
I
say
that
I'ma
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
[Verse
One]
[Phonte]
Now
I'ma
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
[Chorus]
[Phonte]
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
[Verse
Two]
[Phonte]
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'?
[Chorus]
"Oh
it's
so
hard
to
be
alone"
So
close
but
still
so
far
away
Hey
hey
hey
[Verse
Three]
[Phonte]
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'?
[Chorus]
[Outro]
[Phonte]
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
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