Our dreams are what we are inside And when we close our eyes We see our future Let us defy No longer will we compromise Our fate is not defined By right, we choose it Oh now we're jaded can we come back to one And find our way without giving up our hearts

And I hope you don't judge me All I know is how to be who I am And if you start to touch me I hope you know the place where we stand Don't tell me that you love me 'Cause I won't love back Don't tell me that you need me 'Cause I don't need that Don't

Do not obey Never one to be held back or held down I'd write my name so the king could see I will follow the true declaration And find some hope in what mankind could be I've worked so hard Let my deeds be my witness And let my words flow through

They all want to switch on me Now they want to switch on me Now that I have grown Now they wanna switch on me They don't want to talk now Switch up, switch up Where was they at way back? Couch is where I slept at Never am I gon' go back

I can tell that you're not gonna turn back- Though the road is out stretching before you, And the farther you go, Ain't nothing gonna get you to heaven And you know just who you are Ain't nothing gonna get you to heaven- Lady, you come across the water,

(Blame it on) That's damn rock and roll (Rock and roll) Oh oh oh oh oh It ain't a needle in a vein It ain't backstage sex It ain't lines of cocaine on a private jet, It ain't havin' a posse full of hangers on following you around It ain't long hair,

Do I belong (All my missteps, I retrace Every failure, I'll erase My pride is gone I find the strength to carry on Looking back, what's left of me Am I the person that I wanna be) One by one, they stand single file To see the king of the hill atop his

Devil may care When the day is through I suffer no regrets I know that he who frets loses the night For only a fool thinks he can hold back the doe He who is wise never tries to revise what's past and gone Live, love today and come tomorrow what may

(If I could fit the whole hood in the club) Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back (I turn it into a strip-club) Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass (If I could fit the hole world in the club) Tell the DJ to bang my

I just don't give a fuck! So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2pac Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin' Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your