Oh oh oh, Nobody make noisennobody raise your hands to the skynOh oh oh, Nobody reach outnNobody touch it, what you gonna donOh oh oh, Nobody make noisenNobody raise your hands to the skynOh oh oh, Nobody reach outnNobody touch it, what you gonna donnDaily double trouble all around, he got a bubble goosenwhen they shoot, he ducks downnavoiding the forces destroying the fruits of his seednemployed by the streets he was working for freenmotivated by greed, green sacks he would smoke upnand sell to common folk who like toking (smoking) it, on the reg (regular)nay yo, shots fly he pray one, reach his headnblood pours he caught on in the leg, nownwhere he run to, crippled, simple mindednlived in the city and, dreamed of dyingnpromoted death, with every single breathnbut now his breath is getting short and he’s scarednshaking in his boots as he pulls out his hairngot what he wanted but he wasn’t preparedncrying, realizing he don’t wanna dienhe’s nobody, and me and him are so much alikennOh oh oh, Nobody make noisennobody raise your hands to the skynOh oh oh, Nobody reach outnNobody touch it, what you gonna donOh oh oh, Nobody make noisenNobody raise your hands to the skynOh oh oh, Nobody reach outnNobody touch it, what you gonna donnWhen the rain falls down, nobody seeksnshelter for the storm, or strength for the weaknnobody wants peace from the violent windnnobody wants to escape this, life of sinnwhen children cry, nobody wants to helpnnobodies true to others, nobodies true to selfnnobody shares their wealth, mentally and physicallynspiritually and so forth with, faith in Godnnobody wants to live, nobody wants to fightnnobody chooses sides standing for what’s rightnnobody sees color beyond black and whitennobody shines so even the blind can see the lightnnobodies leaving behind all the pain from the pastnGod’s willing to help, nobodies willing to asknGod’s willing to help, nobodies willing to asknif only nobody would take off the masknOh oh oh, Nobody make noisenNobody raise your hands to the skynOh oh oh, Nobody reach outnNobody touch it, what you gonna donOh oh oh, Nobody make noisenNobody raise your hands to the skynOh oh oh, just call me Nobody yeahnand I’ll be ready when they say that Nobody will do itnnWhen the rain falls down, Nobody (I, me or you) seeksnshelter for the storm and strength for the weaknNobody (I) wants peace from the violent windnNobody wants to escape this, life of sinnwhen children cry, Nobody wants to helpnNobody is true to others, Nobody is true to selfnNobody shares their wealth, mentally and physicallynSpiritually and so forth with faith in GodnNobody wants to live, nobody wants to fightnNobody chooses sides standing for what’s rightnNobody sees color beyond black and whitenNobody shines so even the blind can see the lightnNobody is leaving behind all the pain from the pastnGod’s willing to help, Nobody is willing to asknGod’s willing to help, Nobody is willing to asknNobody just take off that masknnOh oh oh, Nobody make noisennobody raise your hands to the skynOh oh oh, Nobody reach outnNobody touch it, what you gonna donOh oh oh, Nobody make noisenNobody raise your hands to the skynOh oh oh, Nobody reach outnNobody touch it, what you gonna donnuh, it goes daily I wrestlensee me on stage but I’m nobody specialnjust call me Nobody yeahnand I’ll be ready when they say that Nobody will do itnuh, it goes, daily I wrestlensee me on stage but I’m nobody specialnrespond if you feel itna generation of Nobodies waiting to be revealed