Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress

When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed We've got to learn to swallow our pride It's hard just to let things ride Maybe one day things will change As of right now, let me show you something You know a nigga, I be tryin' to chill But now

Why don't you go ahead and break my heart? And maybe someday we can try again If you really need a brand new start Why are you waiting, is it way too hard? If moving on is what you wanna do Why don't you do it? Why don't you do it, baby? You can't tell

Maybe Monday, maybe not Someday he'll come along, the man I love And he'll be big and strong, the man I love And when he comes my way I'll do my best to make him stay She'll look at him and smile, He'll understand And in a little while he'll take her

It seems like dreams I've always have Could be, should be making me glad But why am I blue? It's up to you to explain I'm thinking maybe, baby, I'll go away Someday, someway you'll come and say It's you that I need Maybe you'll be pleading in vain It had

Strength of Ras Tafari I'm hoping someday maybe A woman needs caring, sharing, love all the time (no don't you ever fail me) A child needs loving, caring This is real, this is real Now I see them giving the woman abortion to kill another baby Miscarriage

Baby, I'm dreamin' Someday I'll find her And I'm still reminded Maybe she's best in dreams She's still the best I've seen Out on her windowsill Baby remember Maybe I'm out of luck

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress

His mama told him "someday you will be a man And you will be the leader of a big old band Many people coming from miles around To hear your playing music when the sun goes down Maybe someday you name will be in lights saying "Johnny B. Good tonight" Deep