We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

Damn the circumstances Life is hard enough Damn the bones that rattle Faith is good enough My heart is like a hand-me-down made soft by older brothers My body's like my father's house, the sin of genera~ons You shook the ground beneath my feet, my hopes

When you love (when you love) With all your heart and soul, it's so hard to let it go When you love someone like that, when you give what you can't take back When you love someone like that, when you love someone like that You're alright (I'm alright)

Just to get up next to you Girl you're the one I want to want me And if you want me, girl you got me There's nothing I, no I wouldn't do (I wouldn't do) Gets me so high, so high It's too hard to sleep I got the sheets on the floor, nothing on me

Got up this mornin', just about the break of day Got up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes You know, I cried last night and all the night before You know, love's a hard ol' fall, make you do things you don't wanna do I got a letter this mornin',

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

I know it's hard now for you to see You can't change how it was or how it's gonna be I'm what she wants, you're just what she needs And yet she still loves me, she still loves me Where is her sweater? It’s not in her car Is not at her friend’s house,

What have I got to do to make you love me What do I do when lightning strikes me What have I got to do to be heard, It's sad (so sad) What have I got to do to make you care, And I wake to find that you're not there? What have I got to do to make you want

I grew up in the streets without no heart Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? Why these niggas cappin' so hard? Why you got a twelve car garage? Why you pullin' all these rappers cards? 'Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard I turn that fucking soft

Uh ah, uh ho Yeah, she's gotta have soul Or it won't feel right Well, just plain, clean and simple Wrapped up nice n' tight And homegrown and down-home, that makes one Cookin' up that old time, long lost recipe for me, woh It's gettin' hard to find