There were times we had it all I can't explain it away, it doesn't make any sense To know what it's like, I guess you gotta go through it I guess you gotta go through it, I guess you gotta go through it It doesn't matter, baby Loving you's a dirty job

I'm gonna rock you Rockabye don't bother cry No one's ever gonna hurt you, love I'm gonna give you all of my love Rockabye baby, don't you cry Somebody's got you She tells him "ooh love" Nobody matters like you (stay up there, stay up there) She tells

I can get up and face the day Just fine all by myself Go out and take on the world And get it done like nobody else Ohh but I don't do lonely well Baby since you've been gone I leave the TV on Gotta hear somebody's voice I just need some kind of noise

I'm gonna rock you Rockabye don't bother cry Rockabye baby, don't you cry No one's ever gonna hurt you, love I'm gonna give you all of my love So, rockabye baby, rockabye Somebody's got you Angels surround you, just dry your eye You're gonna grow and

You gotta work We gon' find a way Somebody's gotta do it I know the road is deep I know the journey's long So, I've got to carry on And when I'm in too deep I need you to help me to be strong It ain't gonna happen on its own

See my shit is getting worse before it's getting better It's like the people got a curse, can't nobody stay together I watch you gun my people down, plus we're killing off each other, no, ooh oh Somebody's gotta take a stand Then some more cops came They

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

Rockabye baby I'm gonna rock you Rockabye baby, don't you cry I'm gonna give you all of my love Nobody matters like you" So, Rockabye baby, Rockabye Somebody's got you Rockabye baby, Rockabye

And it's your face, I'm looking for On every street There's gotta be a record of you some place You gotta be on somebodys books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your