Viens dans mes bras, viens dans mes bras Sans histoire Redevenir qui j'étais, moi Je me détruis Tout mon temps et ma famille On me chuchote que tu seras riche Petit à petit, je réalise Je réalise que le Diable est dans mon lit

If you could see me now, you'd know how blue I've been One look is all you'd need to see the mood I'm in. Perhaps then you'd realize I'm still in love with you. If you could see me now, you'd find me being brave And trying awfully hard to make my tears

Money is the mission, it's skrilla over bitches Pull up on her and she make a decision to get in Yeah, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream

I can't feel alive If I can breathe the air That's been frozen When you're so far away And I just need to find A simple kind of way To keep you closer 'Cause you're every part of me Every part of me

I'm in a New York state of mind Out of touch with the rhythm and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News It comes down to reality And it's fine with me cause I've let it slide I don't care if it's Chinatown or on

And I was born to fight I ain't been knocked down yet I was born to fight I'm the surest bet There ain't no man no woman No beast alive that can beat me 'Cause I'm born to fight They're tryin' to take away my pride By stripping me of everything I own

America, America And the red man is right, to expect a little from you And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too Promise and then follow through, America Well I come from, down around Tennessee But the people in California Are nice to me,

Play by the rules You're gonna miss all the fun He was a melon stealin' A do-it-anywayin' Playin' hooky from school A water tower poet class of '73 He'd say by God you better know it if you're runnin' with me

(Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let me go) Will not let you go Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Don't stand aside! While people make demands At first they'll take your liberties Then tie them 'round your hand When time goes by some day you'll find Their words are your command These times won't last and once they're gone they don't come back Well