Are The Good Times Really Over For Good - Lyrics - Merle Haggard

Title: Are The Good Times Really Over For Good
Artist: Merle Haggard
Composer(s): Merle Haggard

Lyric:
I wish a buck was still silver
It was back when the country was strong
Back before Elvis, before the Vietnam war came along

Before the Beatles and 'Yesterday'
When a man could still work and still would
Is the best of the free life behind us now
Are the good times really over for good?

Are we rolling downhill like a snowball headed for Hell?
With no kind of chance for the flag or the Liberty Bell
Wish a Ford and a Chevy could still last ten years, like they should
Is the best of the free life behind us now
Are the good times really over for good?

I wish Coke was still Cola
And a joint was a bad place to be
And it was back before Nixon lied to us all on TV

Before microwave ovens
When a girl still cooked [Incomprehensible] wood
Is the best of the free life behind us now
Are the good times really over for good?

Are we rolling downhill like a snowball headed for Hell?
With no kind of chance for the flag or the Liberty Bell
Wish a Ford and a Chevy could still last ten years, like they should
Is the best of the free life behind us now
Are the good times really over for good?

Stop rolling downhill like a snowball headed for Hell?
Stand up for the flag and let's all ring the Liberty Bell
Let's make a Ford and a Chevy still last ten years, like they should
'Cause the best of the free life is still yet to come
The good times ain't over for good

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Are The Good Times Really Over - Lyrics - Merle Haggard

Title: Are The Good Times Really Over
Artist: Merle Haggard
Composer(s): Merle Haggard

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Lyric:
I wish a buck was still silver
It was back when the country was strong
Back before Elvis
Before the Vietnam war came along

Before The Beatles and 'Yesterday'
When a man could still work, still would
The best of the free life behind us now
And are the good times really over for good?

Are we rolling down hill
Like a snowball headed for Hell?
With no kind of chance
For the Flag or the Liberty Bell

Wish a Ford and a Chevy
Could still last ten years, like they should
Is the best of the free life behind us now?
Are the good times really over for good?

I wish Coke was still Cola
And a joint was a bad place to be
It was back before Nixon lied to us all on TV

Before microwave ovens
When a girl could still cook and still would
The best of the free life behind us now
Are the good times really over for good?

Are we rolling down hill
Like a snowball headed for Hell?
With no kind of chance
For the Flag or the Liberty Bell

Wish a Ford and a Chevy
Could still last ten years, like they should
Is the best of the free life behind us now?
Are the good times really over for good?

Stop rolling down hill
Like a snowball headed for Hell
Stand up for the Flag
And let's all ring the Liberty Bell

Let's make a Ford and a Chevy
Still last ten years like they should
The best of the free life is still yet to come
The good times ain't over for good

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One Million Times - Lyrics - Do I Speak for the World - Gerald Levert

Title: One Million Times
Album: Do I Speak for the World
Artist: Gerald Levert
Composer(s): Darrell E Allamby

Lyric:
Yeah
I can't let you get away girl
Ohh no
I can't let you walk away girl
Yeah
I can't let you get away girl
Ohh no

I'll make good love one million times
(Times)
But nobody can love me like you
And I've been in love a time or two
Still nobody can love me like you
(Like you)

Nobody nobody nobody nobody
(You)
Nobody nobody nobody but you
(You)
Nobody nobody nobody nobody
(That's why I'm shouting you out, shouting you out, girl)
Nobody nobody nobody but you
(That's why I'm shouting you out, shouting you out, girl)

I love it when I kiss you girl
I like it when you do that thang
(Do that thang)
I love it when I hold you girl
I like it when you make me scream
(Make me scream)

Girl you know you holding it down
You know your number one on my team
(Number one in my team)
This is a shout out for my lady
'Cause I know that your riding for a G

The things you do
Who cook my food?
You do
Who wash my clothes?
You do
Who put up with me acting up all the time?
You do

Who is my girl?
You are
The one who's down for me
You are
The one who's riding with me
Till the end of the world

I'll make good love one million times
(Ohh)
But nobody can love me like you
(No one)
And I've been in love a time or two
(A time or two)
Still nobody can love me like you
(Nobody love me like you)

Nobody nobody nobody nobody
(Nobody girl)
Nobody nobody nobody but you
(Nobody hold it down like you baby)
Nobody nobody nobody nobody
(That's why I'm shouting you)
Nobody nobody nobody but you
(That's why I'm shouting you out, shouting you out, girl)
(Shouting you out baby)

Hey! I'm stopping clubbing man
(I'm giving it up)
I'm stopping cursing man
(I'm giving it up)
I'm stopping creeping man
(I'm giving it all up)
Whoa whoa whoa

Hey! What do you think about that?
Hey! Do I speak for the world?
If so I'm ready 'cause I wanna take it to another level
'Cause I'm ready for ya
Hey and I really do adore ya
And I'm glad I took time to know ya
Hey! 'Cause I'm your man and your number one fan

Who's riding with G?
You are
Who's living with G?
You are
Who's pushing my whips and taking trips with G

I'll make good love one million times
(Ohh, million times)
But nobody can love me like you
(Love like you do)
And I've been in love a time or two
(Been in love before)
Still nobody can love me like you

Nobody nobody nobody nobody
(Nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody)
Nobody nobody nobody but you
(Ohh oh)
Nobody nobody nobody nobody
(Ain't gonna let you go)
Nobody nobody nobody but you
(Ain't gonna let you go, no)

Nobody nobody nobody nobody
(Nobody gonna sleep in this house but you)
Nobody nobody nobody but you
(Nobody gonna spend my credit cards)
Nobody nobody nobody nobody
(Nobodys gonna ride wit me to the Grammys)
Nobody nobody nobody but you
(My sweet Kandy)

Nobody but you
Do I speak for the world?
Do I speak for the world?
Yeah
Said I sang this song for the world
Sang this song for the world
Speaking to the world
A million times over and over and over and over
And over and over again
Me and G doing it again and again, again and again

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For Whom The Bell Tolls - Lyrics - Ultimate Bee Gees (2CD+DVD) - Bee Gees

Title: For Whom The Bell Tolls
Album: Ultimate Bee Gees (2CD+DVD)
Artist: Bee Gees
Composer(s): Maurice Ernest Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Gibb

Lyric:
I stumble in the night
Never really knew what it would've been like
You're no longer there to break my fall
The heartache over you
I'd give it everything but I couldn't live through
I never saw the signs
You're the last to know when love is blind

All the tears and the turbulent years
When I would not wait for no one
Didn't stop, take a look at myself
See me losing you

When the lonely heart breaks, it's the one that forsakes
It's the dream that we stole
And I'm missing you more than the fire that will roar
A hole in my soul
For you it's good-bye, for me it's to cry
For whom the bell tolls, for me

Seen you in a magazine
A picture at a party where you shouldn't have been
Hanging on the arm of someone else
I'm still in love with you
Won't you come back to your little boy blue
I've come to feel inside
This precious love was never mine

Now I know but a little too late
That I could not live without you
In the dark or the broad daylight
I promise I'll be there

When the lonely heart breaks, it's the one that forsakes
It's the dream that we stole
And I'm missing you more than the fire that will roar
A hole in my soul
For you it's good-bye, for me it's to cry
For whom the bell tolls

Now I know there'll be times like this
When I couldn't reach out to no one
Am I never gonna find someone who knows me like you do
Are you leaving me a helpless child
When it took so long to save me fight the Devil and the deep blue sea
I'll follow you anywhere, I promise I'll be there

When the lonely heart breaks, it's the one that forsakes
It's the dream that we stole
And I'm missing you more than the fire that will roar
There's a hole in my soul
For you it's good-bye, for me it's to cry
For whom the bell tolls

When the lonely heart breaks, it's the one that forsakes
It's the dream that we stole
And I'm missing you more than the fire that will roar
There's a hole in my soul
For you it's good-bye, for me it's to cry
For whom the bell tolls

When the lonely heart breaks, it's the one that forsakes
It's the dream that we stole
And I'm missing you more than the fire that will roar
There's a hole in my soul

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Break-A-Bitch College - Lyrics - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Break-A-Bitch College
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Marlon J Goodwin, Premro Vonzellaire Smith

Lyric:
Good morning, class
This is your teacher, MJG
Look at me as I write my name on the board
Class, do you see my name?
Do you understand my name?

Well, listen, okay
Class, today at Break-A-Bitch University
We will teach young bustas, playa-hatas
And all of these weak, narrow minded young sissies
How to break a bitch, now really, it's so easy

Mister G, I have a question
Yes?
Pimpology today is different than it was in the 70s
Aha

I wanna know how can anybody stroll today
And if so, what proceeds do we have to go through?
Well, check it out
First here's what you have to do

It's time to let the P I M P in the fuckin' front do'
One mo' nigga cuttin' paper on the down low
It's so twisted in this white man's society
Why it be hard for a nigga when he try to be
Independent, on his own with a plan
You hate it 'cause you can't understand how I can

Rearrange and change how your daughter was raised
And teach her how to constantly get paid when she's laid
Ain't no use in bein' the freak of the city
You still ain't got no ducats
You want a Rolex or ride buckets?

Bitch, listen 'cause you gots plenty of competition
From these other hoes who think
That you supposed to fall dead, short, lame to the game
Don't worry, put them bitches in your pistol range
MJ fuckin' G settin' your mind free with the type of knowledge
Class has started, day number one in Break-A-Bitch College

And today, class
We have a guest speaker, Mister Fat Mac
Please introduce yourself

Good evening, players, good evening
Eightball the Fat Mac here, I'm here to let you know
That these bitches, mean these bustas no good
You see what I'm sayin'?
Now first of all, class are there any questions?

Ah yes, Mister Eightball
You bein' a Professor of Pimpology
Tell me how these niggas let these hoes
Get 'em caught up in that fuck shit
Alright buddy, check this out

Once again here I come pushin' that funk into your ear
Do you recall Eightball, the player of the year
Calm 'cause I'm cool and I'm cool 'cause I'm calm
Leavin' hoes shell-shocked like they fall in Vietnam

Mayn, some have game, but most of them can't handle this
Those that I think are stars, end up bein' scandalous
Welfare recipients, crib full of rugrats
Boost a couple of shirts and now the bitch think she all that

Freakazoids have a nigga noid steppin' up to me
Hoes that'll fuck you fast might be packin' H.I.V.
Me, I'm packin' jimmy hats, so a hoe won't give me that
Shit about she on the pill, knowin' that her pussy kill

See, through my education illustrations were the key
See, where I'm from only bustas have to pay a fee
Now you might ask, what can a nigga do to get started?
Pull a hoe and go enroll in Break-A-Bitch College

Ah, yeah, now that was a very nice lecture
And as I walk back over to the middle of the bulletin board
I, I kinda figured, I wondered to myself and I looked at my class
And I, it seems that you have more questions
Is there any more questions?

Yes, yes, Mister MJG
I have a question
Yes?

Ah, in 94 do you think, ah
Any bitches are gonna come up?
Can, can any bitches be pimps?
Look here, look here, let me tell you

Now these bitches got a lotta game for a nigga
So that made me try to see how to break a hoe
What exactly would it take for me to make the bitch click
How damn quick could I make the bitch break a trick

How fuckin' long will it take to make my profit
And what kinda justice can this hoe do for my pocket
Talkin' space-age pimpin', similar to the oldies
In ways like keepin' our business tight, not by tryina be Goldie

These niggas gettin' they game picked down to the bone
If you listen on what these hoes have to say, your money's gone
Nigga, focus on your own rhyme, make 'em follow your own rules
Don't be a fool, nigga, bring that bitch on by to school

I got a class for that ass and it starts at seven
'I was a pimp' at ten o'clock, break till eleven
Future looks good for the smartest
Niggas in the school of Sir Break-A-Bitch College

Okay class, okay class
Everybody just needs to settle down
Everybody just settle down
We're gonna break in about 15 minutes

But we have one more lecture, one more lecture
Now ehm, eh, calm down, calm down
I'm gonna take one more question
I'm gonna take, are there any more questions?

Ah yeah, ah, I wanna know
How can a ordinary busta like me
You know, you know
Get in Break-A-Bitch College?

Not long ago I grew up as a youngster in this shit
When all I wanted to do is stick my dick up in a bitch
That dope made my ends and my ends bought me weed
And all I wanted to see was them young bitches on they knees
Uncle Sam, damn, can I get a job, see

I don't wanna sell this dope, and nope
I don't wanna get out and rob
Today I was coolin' like I usually do
I met this hoe after a show that wanted to chew me and screw

Now some busta-ass nigga woulda fucked the bitch
But at Break-A-Bitch College that's called trickin' off your dick
On the corner ain't no pimps, real players are low-key
I'm on the verge of a splurge, settin' up shop in Tennessee

Ain't no future for the lame, ain't no love in this game
Do you fuck them hoes and trust them hoes
And love 'em with no shame?
9 times out of 10, trick nigga, if you do
Break-A-Bitch College got a scholarship just for you

Ah, yes, damn good class
Damn good class, wonderful graduates
I love 'em all, I love 'em all

Now class can you all join in with me
For our school alma mater and let's sing it
I'm proud to be an alumni from Break-A-College
I'm proud to be

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A Little Piece Of Heaven - Lyrics - Live in the Lbc & Diamonds in the Rough (W/Dvd) - Avenged Sevenfold

Title: A Little Piece Of Heaven
Album: Live in the Lbc & Diamonds in the Rough (W/Dvd)
Artist: Avenged Sevenfold
Composer(s): Zachary James Baker, Jr., Brian Elwin Haner, Matthew Charles Sanders, James Owen Sullivan

Lyric:
Before the story begins, is it such a sin
For me to take what's mine until the end of time?
We were more than friends before the story ends
And I will take what's mine, create what God would never design

Our love had been so strong for far too long
I was weak with fear that something would go wrong
Before the possibilities came true I took all possibility from you
Almost laughed myself to tears, conjuring her deepest fears

Must have stabbed her fifty fucking times
I can't believe it
Ripped her heart out right before her eyes
Eyes over easy, eat it, eat it, eat it

She was never this good in bed even when she was sleeping
Now she's just so perfect, I've never been quite so fucking deep in
It goes on and on, and on, I can keep you looking young
And preserved forever with a fountain to spray on your youth whenever

?Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it's not your time but bye, bye
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it's over but it's just begun, baby don't cry

You had my heart, at least for the most part
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime
We fell apart, let's make a new start
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, but baby, don't cry

Now possibilities I'd never considered
Are occurring the likes of which I'd never heard
Now an angry soul comes back from beyond the grave
To repossess a body with which I'd misbehaved

Smiling right from ear to ear
Almost laughed herself to tears

Must have stabbed him fifty fucking times
I can't believe it
Ripped his heart out right before his eyes
Eyes over easy, eat it, eat it, eat it

Now that it's done, I realize the error of my ways
I must venture back to apologize
From somewhere far beyond the grave

I gotta make up for what I've done
?Cause I was all up in a piece of heaven
While you burned in hell, no peace forever

?Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it's not your time but bye, bye
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it's over but it's just begun but baby, don't cry

You had my heart at least for the most part
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime
We fell apart, let?s make a new start
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, but baby, don't cry

I will suffer for so long
(What will you do, not long enough?)
To make it up to you
(I pray to God that you do)
I'll do whatever you want me to do
(Well then I?ll break you unchained)

And if it's not enough
(If it?s not enough, if it?s not enough)
If it's not enough
(Not enough)
Try again
(Try again)
And again
(And again)
Over and over again

We?re coming back, coming back
We?ll live forever, live forever
Let?s have a wedding, have a wedding
Let?s start the killing, start the killing

?Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it's not your time but bye, bye
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it's over but it's just begun but baby, don't cry

You had my heart at least for the most part
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime
We fell apart, let?s make a new start
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, but baby, don't cry

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Lo - Sometimes - Lyrics - Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine - Cee

Title: Lo - Sometimes
Album: Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine
Artist: Cee
Composer(s): Thomas Decarlo Callaway, Leon J Ii Douglas

Lyric:
Peace
How y'all feel out there
That's cool
Alright

You know, sometimes I wanna rap
Sometimes I wanna sing, you know what I mean
Sometimes all it calls for is a nice mellow groove
Hit of rimshot, you know
Just get, you know, get you open
But I wanna do a piece for y'all tonight, it's called sometimes
Alright, so check it out
Sometimes a stranger can be your best friend
Sometimes being angry is the best mood
Sometimes seeing you feel good makes me feel even better
Sometimes hunger is the best food
Sometimes good just ain't good enough
And other times evil will get you even
Sometimes faith is not knowing any better
Sometimes nothing is what you believe in
Woah

Sometimes I don't even want a hit

Sometimes you fail trying
And sometimes happiness hurts worse
Sometimes people live dying
Sometimes it's the last person that makes you first
Sometimes you'll keep what you don't want
And other times you'll give away what you really need
Sometimes a rich man won't have a dollar
And all a poor man has is greed
Woah

Sometimes
Sometimes I just wanna listen
Sounds good to me
Yeah
Ayyo Lock, put them strings right here
Sometimes I don't think people know I'm as good as I really am

Now my recitings are writing over rhythm's
Regularly reinacts facts of my existance
So what proof of my expertise, many emcees know of me
Using unrequested serious infested poetry
To prevoke what persistance
For instance, I don't let the T.V. screen come in between my daily routine
At a spot where me and my boy went
Someone interrupted our enjoyment
What do you know, an out of work emcee looking for employment
But I'm still curteous with my greeting, brother I'm eating
And his style sounded similar to someone elses
So evidently he's been cheating
But I couldn't question the destiny in which we meet
So, you guessed it, I suggested that he just have a seat
And then I explained to him that I remained in the mean time
Mastering mysterious methods of writing
Finding my piece of mind with soft music and moonlighting
Then supernaturaly I forsee the beginning stages
And then eventually pages get filled completely
You see, I dive into the depths of my soul
Seeking to explore the hidden treasure of a pure literature
While these others are unsure
Being that the deepness makes them doubtful
Deliberatly delaying
Saying they'll settle for whatever washes toward the shore
Delirous from dilusion
My feelings were no more direct so the conclusion is seclusion
Because mixed belief create confusion
To remain plain and simplistic, realistic
Accurate, articulate and absolutely artistic
Uninhibited, unadulterated, unstoppable
Unfuckwittable and unforgettable
But since I've been granted the power of choice
Let God bet the voice he is
So all the credibility be his
So let these be words of wisdom and in the same breath be warning
God I shine like Sunday morning
Woah

Sometimes
See you next time

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A Minute For Your Son - Lyrics - The Great Depression - Dmx

Title: A Minute For Your Son
Album: The Great Depression
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
You got a minute for Yo' son Father, I need to talk
I'm so tired of tryin' to run Father, let's take a walk
I'm so sorry for what I done Father, it ain't my fault
But the devil's been on my back lately, he's like a hawk

You never give us more than we can handle
But it's gettin' hard and I'm a strong individual
But I need You God, lot of things that I used to
I don't wanna run the streets like I used to

I know I'm gonna speak the word for You one day
Up in there like, 'Hallelujah' on Sunday
I thank You Lord for the blessings that You gave me
And for my life with the blessings You have saved me

And for my wife You have carried me enough times
And that's the truth
Married me to rough times, throughout my youth
And through it all I saw that You was still with me
I was that one lost sheep and You was comin' to get me

Lord You got me like, Your love got me like
Lord You got me like, Your love got me like
Lord You got me like, Your love got me like
Lord You got me like, Your love got me like

I look at life a little different now, since You hugged me
And I always loved my peoples, but now they love me
Thank You for the love Lord, we praise Ya
Jacob's descendants, from Africa to Asia

Pleadin' the blood of Christ over our life
Wrong or right, just help us make it through
The night and we'll shout Yo' name in times of need
And times of joy and when we bleed

And when we are overcome with greed
You ain't gon' half to tell me twice, I'ma take heed
And because of what You've given me, I know You'll deliver me
And I won't drown no matter how deep the river be

You are the strength I never knew I had
Kept the heart good when they told me it was bad
All praises due to Ya, that's why I had to dedicate
Somethin' new to Ya, thank You Father

Lord You got me like, Your love got me like
Lord You got me like, Your love got me like
Lord You got me like, Your love got me like
Lord You got me like, Your love got me like

I never knew a love like, this before
Messin' with the thug life I missed it all
You opened the doors and let me in
I'm down for the 'cause so let's begin

Prayers that You give to me I give to them
Same way You live in me I live in them
Life is a blessing now, You got me smilin'
From inside of my heart, when inside it was dark

And it doesn't rain anymore
Only sunshine, no pain anymore, I really love my
You washed away the tears with the fears
I'm happier than I've ever been in my life, the whole thirty years

You know that one day I'll speak the word
You know that when I do I will be heard
You know that You gave me a permanent smile
And you know this Father because I'm Yo' child, what?

Lord You got me like, Your love got me like
Lord You got me like, Your love got me like
Lord You got me like, Your love got me like
Lord You got me like, Your love got me like

Lord You got me like, Your love got me like
Lord You got me like, Your love got me like
Lord You got me like, Your love got me like
Lord You got me like, Your love got me like

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Yo - Leaving Tonight - Lyrics - Ne

Title: Yo - Leaving Tonight
Artist: Ne
Composer(s): Shaffer Smith, Marvin Tarplin, Jerome C. Foster, Pamela Moffett-Young, Joe Davi, Smokey Robinson

Lyric:
I believe that love and trust are one and the same
I don't think you can truly love somebody unless you trust 'em
That blind trust, that beyond a shadow of a doubt
No matter what this person sayin', that person, you believe your man

Now you say you love me but every time one of your little friends
Come at you with something, we gotta do this
Mama, I'm tryin', I'm tryin' to show you that I'm for real
Tell me what I gotta do to show you that I'm for you
Just shut up and listen

Two hundred and sixteen
That's how many times that I went
Back and forth about it in my mind
Could she, could she really be
Who he's telling me that she is?
There's something about it that don't feel right

Saturday she called here 26 times
(Oh you counted)
You kept telling me not to worry
(Don't worry 'bout it)
Wanna believe that you're telling the truth
(So don't doubt it)
But if you are lying to me

You're leaving tonight, out of my life
Everyone said you ain't no good, then you prove them right
You're leaving tonight, it's over and done
Ain't no sense in trying to wait 'til the morning comes
(You're leaving tonight)

Baby, now hold up, let's just settle down
'Cause there's a perfect explanation
To this situation that we're goin' through
(This thing that we're goin' through)

I swear I don't know that girl but I seen her 'round
And she's expressed how much she want it
But baby, I'm not lonely, all of me is for all of you

Said, I got a girl like a thousand times
(So you counted)
She kept telling me not to worry
(Don't worry 'bout it)
Please believe I'm telling the truth
(I really doubt it)
Really wish you would believe in me

I'm not leaving tonight, girl, you're my life
All of your friends think I'm no good, please don't prove 'em right
I'm not leaving tonight, it's over and done
Let's leave this alone and let's make love 'til the morning come
(Not leaving tonight)

Oh, I won't deny that everything in my body
Wants to know that you're the one
(So what's the problem, girl?)
See I can't take this serious when you're just having fun
(Oh, I'm not just having fun)
Steady, running around, making a fool of me
(I'm not running 'round)

Baby girl, you can't listen to everyone
I'm your man, trust in me
(You're my man, uh huh)
Don't let them interfere with us being happy
Love me, girl

I love you, that's a fact
(Say that you love me, baby)
But I'll be damned if I'ma let you
Up and disrespect who's been there from the start
(You not gon' disrespect my heart)

You claim, claim to not know
(Not know that girl)
But her name and number is in your phone
She even got a ringtone
You care to explain that part?

Saturday she called here 26 times
(I know you counted)
You kept telling me not to worry
(Please don't worry 'bout it)
Wanna believe that you're telling the truth
(So don't doubt it)
But if you are lying to me

I'm not leaving tonight
(Leaving tonight)
Girl, you're my life
(Out of my life)
Everyone said you ain't no good
And you prove them right

I'm not leaving tonight
It's over and done
Just leave this alone
And let's make love 'til the morning come
(Not leaving tonight)

Said, I just need you to trust me, baby
(I wanna trust you)
Not leaving tonight

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We Starvin' - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: We Starvin'
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Perry Jr Botkin , Barry Devorzon, T Jones, L Mitchell, Earl Stevens, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Krayzie Bone, E Feezie Fonzareezie
And Gangsta Boo, what

It's the endin' of the world
And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
(We can't get no)
It's the endin' of the world
And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
(Satisfaction)

It's the endin' of the world
And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
(We can't get no)
It's the endin' of the world
Motherfuckers ain't got no satisfaction

We starvin' as we chase the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese
We got just a little time left
(Little time left)

If I'm not mistaken the year is '99
But we don't really know when we gone die
But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive
On this unmerciful wicked planet
If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish
(Vanish)

You're lookin' at livin' proof
Renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans, leaks in the roof
Dirty dishes, no dishwashing soap, no medical coverage
Bad case of strep throat, mama's think she got arthritis
My neighbor caught hepatitis from a simple yawn
They say it's airborne, we ain't got no street lights they all broken
Just take a trip through Vallejo, Richmond, and Oakland
Everyday it's a funeral

He was my numeral uno, but I can't bring him back
All I know is he was stressin', takin' anti-depressants
They found him dead in the trunk of his Cadillac
And I'm so thralled all I can think about is revenge
Always check up, always pullin' licks, doin' dirty works for dividends
He took the bullet for me, I'm the one that really robbed the place
Though I've been tryna to paper chase

We starvin' as we chase the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese
We got just a little time left
(Little time left)

If I'm not mistaken the year is '99
But we don't really know when we gone die
But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive
On this unmerciful wicked planet
If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish
(Vanish)

I done grew up in the game, baby
Ain't nothin' changed, little money, little fame, baby
I'm still the same, baby
Lady gotta make it, I can't be takin' no losses
I'm the bomb at the party

Always askin', "Where are the dollars?"
Now I know you hate me
'Cuz I hooked up with Krayzie, baby
I'm with whatever they pay me
Gangsta Boo be with it, be winnin', so what the fuck
I'll see you at the end of the year, so good luck

We starvin' as we chase the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese
We got just a little time left
(Little time left)

If I'm not mistaken the year is '99
But we don't really know when we gone die
But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive
On this unmerciful wicked planet
If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish
(Vanish)

I made it and I know it's almost over, call in the soldiers
Gonna be ready to bomb back on 'em, know ya
Enemies position at all times
Where they at, and how much power they hold
And how many soldiers they got down to roll
But in the meantime
You make your money, even if you strike it rich
You better hustle like you hungry for ya paper, paper, paper

These days only ways that pays can save you
Livin' your life is like a task if you ain't got the cash
Nigga mad at the world, as I put my mask over my face
And grabbed the magnum pistol with the stash in the bag
I'm doin' a pop, pop, so drop and take it as a loss and chalk it
Now you can take your life and keep on walkin'
(Just keep on walkin')
Or be killed for tryna deny me a meal

I do what I gotta do, let's keep it real
For niggas in the hood up, on the the block
Let 'em know they understood
Buckin' shots, nigga we livin' raw mentality war
So paranoia got me sleepin' on the floor, watchin' the door
This no win situation of tryin' to stay alive until we die

And anyway you go we won't make it
No way, to shake, fake it
Better take advantage of ya life while you can
Get rich, kick back, relax, spend ya money
I'm all about paper, sorry no party tonight
The year is 1999, last year to get your money, right

We starvin' as we chase the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese
We got just a little time left
(Little time left)

If I'm not mistaken the year is '99
But we don't really know when we gone die
But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive
On this unmerciful wicked planet
If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish
(Vanish)

That's real, ya undersmell me
Suckers do what they can
Players do what they want, dig it?
Charlie Hustle every time up in your talk
Yeah, face it
Krayzie Bone, Gangsta Boo, fuckin' they nose like this

That's how we fuckin' they nose up, dig it nigga
Yeah, paper chase nigga, paper route
(Paper route)
You undersmell me? We starvin'
You undersmell me nigga?
Don't let the mobbers control you
Chest high-up in the mobbers, nigga

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Parent'S Just Don'T Understand - Lyrics - Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince

Title: Parent'S Just Don'T Understand
Artist: Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
Composer(s): P Harris, Jeffrey Townes, W Smith

Lyric:
You know parents are the same, no matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids all across the land, there's no need to argue
Parents just don't understand

I remember one year, my mom took me school shopping
It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister
All hopped in the car
We headed downtown to the Gallery Mall
My mom started bugging with the clothes she chose
I didn't say nothing at first, I just turned up my nose
She said, "What's wrong? This shirt cost twenty dollars"
I said, "Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar"

The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost her mind and did the ultimate
I asked her for Adidas and she bought me Zips
I said, "Mom, what are you doing, you're ruining my rep"
She said, "You're only sixteen, you don't have a rep yet"
I said, "Mom, let's put these clothes back, please"
She said, "No, you go to school to learn not for a fashion show"

I said, "This isn't Sha Na Na, come on Mom, I'm not Bowze
Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch trousers
But if you don't want to I can live with that but
You gotta put back the double-knit reversible slacks"
She wasn't really, everything stayed the same
Inevitably the first day of school came
I thought I could get over, I tried to play sick
But my mom said, no, no way, uh-uh, forget it

There was nothing I could do, I tried to relax
I got dressed up in those ancient artifacts
And when I walked into school, it was just as I thought
The kids were cracking up laughing at the clothes Mom bought
And those who weren't laughing still had a ball
Because they were pointing and whispering as I walked down the hall
I got home and told my Mom how my day went, she said
"If they were laughing you don't need 'em 'cause they're not good friends"

For the next six hours I tried to explain to my Mom
That I was gonna have to go through this about two-hundred more times
So to you all the kids all across the land, there's no need to argue
Parents just don't understand

Okay, here's the situation
My parents went away on a week's vacation
And they left the keys to the brand new Porsche
Would they mind? Umm, well, of course not
I'll just take it for a little spin
And maybe show it off to a couple of friends
I'll just cruise it around the neighborhood
Well, maybe I shouldn't, yeah, of course I should

Pay attention, here's the thick of the plot
I pulled up to the corner at the end of my block
And that's when I saw this beautiful girlie girl walking
I picked up my car phone to perpetrate like I was talking
You should've seen this girl's bodily dimensions
I honked my horn just to get her attention
She said, "Was that for me?", I said, "Yeah"
She said, "Why?", I said, "Come on and take a ride with a helluva guy"

She said, "How do I know you're not sick
You could be some deranged lunatic"
I said, "C'mon toots, my name is the Prince
Beside, would a lunatic have a Porsche like this?"
She agreed and we were on our way
She was looking very good and so was I, I must say word
We hit McDonald's, pulled into the drive
We ordered two Big Macs and two large fries with Cokes

She kicked her shoes off onto the floor
She said, "Drive fast, speed turns me on"
She put her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the gas
We almost got whiplash, I took off so fast
The sun roof was open, the music was high
And this girl's hand was steadily moving up my thigh
She had opened up three buttons on her shirt so far
I guess that's why I didn't notice that police car

We're doing ninety in my Mom's new Porsche
And to make this long story short, short
When the cop pulled me over I was scared as hell
I said, "I don't have a license but I drive very well, officer"
I almost had a heart attack that day
Come to find out the girl was a twelve-year-old runaway
I was arrested, the car was impounded
There was no way for me to avoid being grounded

My parents had to come off from vacation to get me
I'd rather be in jail than to have my father hit me
My parents walked in
And I got my grip, I said, "Ah, Mom, Dad, how was your trip?"
They didn't speak, I said, "I want to plead my case"
But my father just shoved me in the car by my face
That was a hard ride home, I don't know how I survived
They took turns, one would beat me while the other one was driving

I can't believe it, I just made a mistake
Well parents are the same no matter time nor place
So to you all the kids all across the land, take it form me
Parents just don't understand

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Squad - Parents Just Don'T Understand - Lyrics - T-Squad - T

Title: Squad - Parents Just Don'T Understand
Album: T-Squad
Artist: T
Composer(s): P Harris, Jeffrey Townes, W Smith

Lyric:
You know parents are the same, no matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids all across the land, there's no need to argue
Parents just don't understand

I remember one year, my mom took me school shopping
It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister
All hopped in the car
We headed downtown to the Gallery Mall
My mom started bugging with the clothes she chose
I didn't say nothing at first, I just turned up my nose
She said, "What's wrong? This shirt cost twenty dollars"
I said, "Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar"

The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost her mind and did the ultimate
I asked her for Adidas and she bought me Zips
I said, "Mom, what are you doing, you're ruining my rep"
She said, "You're only sixteen, you don't have a rep yet"
I said, "Mom, let's put these clothes back, please"
She said, "No, you go to school to learn not for a fashion show"

I said, "This isn't Sha Na Na, come on Mom, I'm not Bowze
Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch trousers
But if you don't want to I can live with that but
You gotta put back the double-knit reversible slacks"
She wasn't really, everything stayed the same
Inevitably the first day of school came
I thought I could get over, I tried to play sick
But my mom said, no, no way, uh-uh, forget it

There was nothing I could do, I tried to relax
I got dressed up in those ancient artifacts
And when I walked into school, it was just as I thought
The kids were cracking up laughing at the clothes Mom bought
And those who weren't laughing still had a ball
Because they were pointing and whispering as I walked down the hall
I got home and told my Mom how my day went, she said
"If they were laughing you don't need 'em 'cause they're not good friends"

For the next six hours I tried to explain to my Mom
That I was gonna have to go through this about two-hundred more times
So to you all the kids all across the land, there's no need to argue
Parents just don't understand

Okay, here's the situation
My parents went away on a week's vacation
And they left the keys to the brand new Porsche
Would they mind? Umm, well, of course not
I'll just take it for a little spin
And maybe show it off to a couple of friends
I'll just cruise it around the neighborhood
Well, maybe I shouldn't, yeah, of course I should

Pay attention, here's the thick of the plot
I pulled up to the corner at the end of my block
And that's when I saw this beautiful girlie girl walking
I picked up my car phone to perpetrate like I was talking
You should've seen this girl's bodily dimensions
I honked my horn just to get her attention
She said, "Was that for me?", I said, "Yeah"
She said, "Why?", I said, "Come on and take a ride with a helluva guy"

She said, "How do I know you're not sick
You could be some deranged lunatic"
I said, "C'mon toots, my name is the Prince
Beside, would a lunatic have a Porsche like this?"
She agreed and we were on our way
She was looking very good and so was I, I must say word
We hit McDonald's, pulled into the drive
We ordered two Big Macs and two large fries with Cokes

She kicked her shoes off onto the floor
She said, "Drive fast, speed turns me on"
She put her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the gas
We almost got whiplash, I took off so fast
The sun roof was open, the music was high
And this girl's hand was steadily moving up my thigh
She had opened up three buttons on her shirt so far
I guess that's why I didn't notice that police car

We're doing ninety in my Mom's new Porsche
And to make this long story short, short
When the cop pulled me over I was scared as hell
I said, "I don't have a license but I drive very well, officer"
I almost had a heart attack that day
Come to find out the girl was a twelve-year-old runaway
I was arrested, the car was impounded
There was no way for me to avoid being grounded

My parents had to come off from vacation to get me
I'd rather be in jail than to have my father hit me
My parents walked in
And I got my grip, I said, "Ah, Mom, Dad, how was your trip?"
They didn't speak, I said, "I want to plead my case"
But my father just shoved me in the car by my face
That was a hard ride home, I don't know how I survived
They took turns, one would beat me while the other one was driving

I can't believe it, I just made a mistake
Well parents are the same no matter time nor place
So to you all the kids all across the land, take it form me
Parents just don't understand

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Criminal Minded - Lyrics - A Retrospective - Krs One

Title: Criminal Minded
Album: A Retrospective
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): S Larock, Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid
We'll take the wackest song and make it better
Remember to let us into your skin
'Cause then you'll begin to master
Rhymin', rhymin', rhymin'

Criminal minded, you've been blinded
Lookin', for a style like mine you can't find it
They are the audience I am the lyricist
Sometimes the suckas on the side gotta hear this

Page, a rage and I'm not in a cage
Free as a bird to fly up out on stage
Ain't here for no frontin', just to say a little somethin'
Ya suckaz don't like me 'cause you're all about nothin'

However, I'm really fascinatin' to the letter
My all around performance gets better and better
My English grammar comes down like a hammer
You need a style, I need to pull your file

I don't beg favors, you're kissin' other people's
I write and produce myself just as fast
Keep my hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls
Attractin' only women, got no time for little girls

'Cause girls look so good
But their brain is not ready, I don't know
I'd rather talk to a woman
'Cause her mind is so steady, so here we go

I'm not a musical maniac or b-boy fanatic
I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic
I've listened to these MC's back when I was a kid
But I bust more shots than they ever did

I mean this is not the best of KRS, it's just a section
But how many times must I point you in the right direction
You need protection, when I'm on the mic
Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe

You're a king, I'm a teacher, you're a b-boy, I'm a scholar
If this was a class well, it would go right under drama
See kings lose crowns but teachers stay intelligent
Talkin' big words on the mic but still irrelevant

Especially when you're not, college material
Wake up every mornin' to your Lucky Charms cereal
DJ Scott LaRock has a college degree
Blastmaster KRS writes poetry

I won't go deeper in the subject 'cause that gets me bored
It's a shame to know some MC's on the mic are fraud
Sayin' styles like this to create a diss
But if you listen, who you dissin'? See I am a musician

Rappin' on the mic like this to me is fine
'Cause if I really want to battle I will put out a nine
You can see that Scott LaRock and I are mentally binded
In other words we're both criminal minded

We're not promoting violence, we're just havin' some fun
He's Scott LaRock, I'm KRS-One
Never off-beat 'cause it don't make sense
Grab the microphone, relaxed and not tense

You waited, debated and now you activated
A musical genius that could not be duplicated
See I have the formula for rockin' the house
If you cannot rock a party do not open your mouth

It's that simple, no phony cosmetics to your pimple
Take another look because the gear is not wrinkled
The K, the R, the S, the O, the N, the E
Sayin' rhyme for eighty-seven not from 1983

Well versed, to rehearse and my rhymes are my curse
Originality come first but the suckers get worse
Allow me to include I have a very stable mood
Poetic education of a high altitude

I'm not an MC, so listen, call me poet or musician
A genius when it comes to makin' music with ambition
I'm cool, collected with the rhyme I directed
Don't wanna be elected as the king of a record

Just respected by others as the man with the solution
An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution
On wax, relax, there's 24 tracks
After years of rockin' parties now I picked up the knack

Because everythin' that flows from out my larynx
Takes years of experience and bottles of Beck's
I cannot seem to recollect the time I didn't have sex
Is it real or is it Memorex?

I'm livin' in a city known as New York State
Sucka MC's gotta wait while I translate
I hang with real live dreads with knowledge in their heads
People with ambition and straight up musicians

Although our lives have been so uprooted
I have it included, you all get zooted
So take each letter of the KRS-One
Means knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everyone

You look at me and laugh, but this is your class
It's an all-out discussion of the suckas I be crushin'
So now you are awakened to the music I be makin'
Never duplicated, and also highly cultivated

Don't get frustrated 'cause nothin' has been traded
Only activated, it came out very complicated
Not separated, from my DJ, you see my voice is now faded
I'll see you folks around the way, criminal minded
Criminal minded, criminal minded, criminal minded

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Rocky Road - Lyrics - The Ultimate Victory - Chamillionaire

Title: Rocky Road
Album: The Ultimate Victory
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Devin C Copeland, Nathan Perez, Hakeem Seriki

Lyric:
The rain is fallin' and the weather is cold
Don't know which way to go but I continue to roll
The rainfall is really takin' a toll
On my mind and my body and on my spirit and soul

The rain's fallin' but I'm keepin' a hold
On the life 'cause I know that I could spin outta control
I know, know, I know, know
I know this is gonna be one rocky road

Uhh, what part of the voyage is this?
Friendship and business don't mix
With anyone else it's just business
With friends I'm personally pissed

Is this a curse or a gift?
Guess I was blessed with my wish
Don't tell me that you feel my pain
Then I sayin? it's best that we switch

You take the fortune and fame
And see if it's what you expected
Take the money and change
And be careful where you invest it

Just take the test and don't stress it
You get stopped by a detective
Tryin' to get in your personal life
Gotta do your best to protect it

The answer rest in the message
When I go, I go in a blaze
But it won?t be no captain savin'
'Cause where I'm goin' you?re saved

Tryin' to rain down on my parade
Till that umbrella get raised
They thinkin' that they can read me
When they ain't no where my page

Tryin' to keep a smile on my face
Even at times when I engage
In business conversations
With people I know are snakes

If life is a piece of cake
Part of the icin' is venom
Spend a life time tryin' to bring me down
But I just ain't gonna let 'em, you better tell ?em

The rain is fallin' and the weather is cold
Don't know which way to go but I continue to roll
The rainfall is really takin' a toll
On my mind and my body and on my spirit and soul

The rain's fallin' but I'm keepin' a hold
On the life 'cause I know that I could spin outta control
I know, know, I know, know
I know this is gonna be one rocky road

Uhh, I'm back and forth and I'm pacin'
Bein' more patient than patience
Tryin' to wait for the good news to show up
But I'm unfortunately waitin'

Gotta be group participation
If it's in the course that we makin'
I was unfortunately done
She was unfortunately fakin'

But the only sexual spark
Is the spark he got for the doe'
They say till death do us part
But that part is where she says no

There are too many emotions
Emotions like pins and needles
Actin' like emotions are evil
Like showin' love is illegal

I thought that it was a eagle
But I seen this vulture before
He thinks this is were I'll stop
'Cause he sees that I'm walkin' slow

But no, I think you should know
That soon as I get where I go
You'll remember the fact
That I had a purpose fo'sho

I hope you know where you?re goin'
I hope you know that today
On the side of the road
You gon' see a whole lotta snakes

When the bad weather comes
To rain down on your parade
Just raise up your umbrella
And try to keep goin' straight

The rain is fallin' and the weather is cold
Don't know which way to go but I continue to roll
The rainfall is really takin' a toll
On my mind and my body and on my spirit and soul

The rain's fallin' but I'm keepin' a hold
On the life 'cause I know that I could spin outta control
I know, know, I know, know
I know this is gonna be one rocky road

This road has many curves
Many bumps and potholes
It can even take you through a loop
If you ain't got your s*** together

Unpredictable weather could leave you
Dehydrated, frost bitten, washed away, or either
Ran over by heavy traffic, watch where you roam
'Cause it's a challenge just tryin' to make it home

But still I walk, I keep my pace, I keep my stride
Would hitch hike but there's too much pride
I must find a narrow path so I can walk and laugh out loud
Cry and sing without bein' judged by the crowd

Maybe some day I could just fly away
But for now I'll just beat my feet
And get there someway somehow

And mile, after mile, after mile I'll smile
Keepin' my head up even though rains pourin' down
And the road gets rough and the journey is long
I might get tired but I must move on

The rain is fallin' and the weather is cold
Don't know which way to go but I continue to roll
The rainfall is really takin' a toll
On my mind and my body and on my spirit and soul

The rain's fallin' but I'm keepin' a hold
On the life 'cause I know that I could spin outta control
I know, know, I know, know
I know this is gonna be one rocky road

Most of our heroes are locked up, diseased or deceased
We can never really remorse until somebody restin' in peace
We measure the best by success and ain't impressed by nothin' less
Only time we say we wanna change is when we ain't got no change left

Only time we call on God is when is nobody else to call
Keep stumblin' over the same road block that just made ya fall
We always gotta wait till somethin' happen before we start reactin'
We at war with ourselves, how much longer are we gonna be attackin'?

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Back Home - Lyrics - The Rising Tied - Fort Minor

Title: Back Home
Album: The Rising Tied
Artist: Fort Minor
Composer(s): Mike Shinoda, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Takbir Khalid Bashir, Ryan Patrick Maginn

Lyric:
Yeah, y'all everybody's take you out to the tiff, to the crib
Let's do it Mike, yeah

Back home, everybody's searching for somethin'
But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin'
Back home, ain't nobody hoping and praying
'Cause they feel like nothing can save 'em

And they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact that
Life goes black when those lights go out
But I guess you gotta just watch out for your own
'Cause ain't a damn thing free back home

Back home, they holler 'Disciple' and 'Blackstone'
Same block the freebase yo we trapped on
Where our grandmothers marched the guns clap on
There's liquor stores, beauty supplies, and rap songs

I travel the world just to come back to it
The crib got a lot of soul like black music I'm attached to it
In many ways this city raised me and gave me
The drama, honor, and bravery

The streets seem hollow when I go to Chicago
It's cheap wine and sorrow times is hard to swallow
In search of God's tomorrow I borrow words from the
Bible and use them for survival gangs rival

Signs painted on walls like hiero, glyphics
I tell 'em that this is all tribal
Used to do dirt Shorty's goin' through the same cycle
And trials like Michael tryin' not to stay idle

Back home, everybody's searching for somethin'
But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin'
Back home, ain't nobody hoping and praying
'Cause they feel like nothing can save 'em

And they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact that
Life goes black when those lights go out
But I guess you gotta just watch out for your own
'Cause ain't a damn thing free back home

Back home, it's not Compton but close
The same problems exist and the pain throbbin'
And folks are so common
It don't really bother us much we just swallow it
Crack the bottle and smoke hope tomorrow something

Magical happens that'll put me back in the biz
But the chances of it actually happening's kinda slim
Back home, we get the good life at a glimpse
In the form of a rap star, drug dealers, and pimps
I'm back home

I try my best to keep it together it's cold
Like the windy city streets of December
I pace back and forth looking for the courage to shine
But can't lap the source need something to nourish my mind

I know we all lose quite a bit in life only to gain some
Life or the dark winding roads we came from
But I move with the night so I'm used to the shade
And never lose sight bringing truth back to the game

Back home, we've got a lot of shit on our minds
We're always behind on something 'cause there's not enough time
And we're non-stop bottom line doing what we gotta do
To get some food in the fridge and stay out of the hospital

Back home, there's people calling us hopeless
People trying to tell us all we need is some focus
But focus, focus is overrated
'Cause you see every blemish and mistake and can't change it

Back home is Alvarado K-Town and J-Town
Or Little Tokyo for those that don't know
Where figures shiver living right in the littler
Where kids write bigger right inside the L.A. river

On the concrete a symbol of our everyday way
It's that color and concentration over heavy and gray
And by the time the ink dries on this page
I'll be half a day away from the place where I stay

Back home, everybody's searching for somethin'
But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin'
Back home, ain't nobody hoping and praying
'Cause they feel like nothing can save 'em

And they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact that
Life goes black when those lights go out
But I guess you gotta just watch out for your own
'Cause ain't a damn thing free back home

We're takin' you back home y'all
Yeah, it's Common Sense, my God Mike
SLP yeah this is how we won't change
It's good music, this all for you baby, yeah

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