good from bad, right from wrong; How to roll wit the punches when life moves on. And the stress won't take toll if you don't sweat it. World won't get
sorry for cursin sometimes but feelings make me shout 'em out Forgive the people that wanna blame everything on rap music If they didn't live it they can't
QB ya shit shit is crazy yo, can't fuck wit' you fo' real They can't fuck wit' you, they can't fuck wit' you What's wrong wit' ya'll niggas man? The fuck
AP while they thank me and I'd be mad too if you aint me call me Mr D's or Mister boss see me riding clean in a Rolls Royce n-ggas talking funny that'
cant I just can't be loving you no more, I love you more than I love myself, Loving you no more, I just I cant I just can't be loving you no more, I
away from me Me don't wanna get dollars Don't wanna holler but you makin me I'm a little dysfunctional You're the problem, Please don't awakin me And
mystery, can you hear the choir? Voices can no longer hold my desire Just abandon your sad history and meet me in the fire Our angels wait to take us
take You know that every word was a piece of my heart Have I said too much maybe I haven't said enough But know that every word was a piece of my heart Hush me
away Naked bodies in the Narragansett Bay Same kooks don't shoot but they sure do sniff Same kooks can't fly 'cause their wings are clipped Same kooks can't
, they callin' my name Even though they caused me so much pain They lace a thugged up on so much game The agony in extacy, people mad at me If Judas' is next to me
, can you hear the choir? But voices can no longer hold my desire Just abandon your sad history and meet me in the fire Angels wait to take me higher
And can I tell you something? If you were here last year I can understand why France won the World Cup Because you have carried them, that's for
my middle name And the smiles, they came easy 'cause of you You know that I love you, but I hate you 'Cause I know that I can never escape you Let the choir
That life ain't passing you by Rusty, Wendy Jo & Urleen Life ain't passin' me by All: I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try You can
streets today a brother jus' can't win When the people you think are your friends Really ain't your friends, uh and bush wick can't sleep When everybody aroun' me
that he didn't know about Folks didn't know whether to tell him or just let him live without But then one day they decided they oughta let him know So they
And look, tell me you ain't did it, you ain't did it And if you did, then that's family business [Hook: Choir] And I don't care 'bout (all the, all the
away" Imago: But we can change We can change...? I said we can change! We can change, we can change - still breaching... We can change, we can change