Song: Nobody
Artist: Rationale aka James Crawford
Album: Life As An M.C.
Year: 2005


Yeah, think about all the people, you pass everyday.  So called nobody's...

(Bridge)
Yo, so many nameless faces live with an aimless basis/
Act foolishly and pray for God's saving graces/
So many nameless faces live with an aimless basis/
Act foolishly and pray for God's saving graces/

Ya feel this?
Yo, you I'm the quiet kid in the back that/
Keeps to himself and the gat packed in my knapsack/
I'm the loner no one really knows/
The one too busy for gettin stoned and messin with silly hos/
I'm the disgruntled cook, slavin and makin pizzas/
With nappy hair and the same old faded sneakers/
Callin my boss' bluff, but he won't admit/
Try to stiff me on my hours but I'll beat his ass to get it/
I'm the unwed, pregnant teen askin questions/
With nowhere to turn and open to any suggestions/
I'm the tired, lost soul, desperate for direction/
I’m the man the can't even bear to see his own reflection/
I'm the poor kid, scrapin and countin cans/
Tryin to make my way with nothin but my hands in pants/
I'm the frenzy who just found out he had cancer/
Grabbin the doc by the lapels and demandin answers (what the fuck do you mean?)/
I'm the guy that sees people's tragedies as funny/
And still wonders what the fuck is wrong with this country/
I'm the sixteen year-old strugglin with no money/
Balancin servin jail-time or goin hungry, who am I?

(Chorus)

I'm nobody (nobody)
I'm no one (no one)
I'm nobody (nobody)
I'm no one (no one)
I'm nobody (nobody)
I'm no one (no one)
I'm nobody (nobody)
I'm no one (no one)

(Bridge)

Yo, I'm the stressed operator on the line you're screamin at/
About to lose my cool with you and start screamin back (arrrhh!)/
I'm the laborer that breaks his back til it's broken/
Wonderin exactly where this hard work is goin/
I'm the homeless man that you pass on the train (train)/
With my paper cup out and askin for change (change)/
Say I need the dough for a bath and a shave (shave)/
But instead buy some H to blast in my veins/
I'm the heartless prick tryin to connect ends/
And in the process, willin to fuck over my best friends/
I'm the boy that's infatuated with my amusements/
Slowly realizing that they're nothin but delusions/
I'm the military member, tired and deployed/
Worried about what's happening to my wife, and my boy/
I go to sleep at night with silent cries in my voice/
But deep down, I know that this life was a choice/
I'm the sad, lonely woman that's stuck in depression/
Contemplating suicide and waiting for intervention/
I've read the Bible through and through and grasped a single lesson/
That being born to die was solely his intention, who am I?

(Chorus)
(Bridge)