I'll take it on the chin for you my friend All my life I was born to lead Worry not just leave me be I'll abide till the end There's this boy I know who's afraid of the ocean Never quite found love he drank the love potion I'll be on the chain smoking in

Cold cold cold cold feet There was a little boy once upon a time Who in spite of his young age and small size knew his mind For every copper penny and clover he would find Make a wish for better days the end of hard times For no more cold feet His

*Nas talking* "The light is there." See I come from Mississippi I was young and runnin' wild Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man

I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one Well, my first friend went down When I was 17 years old Well, there's one thing I can say about that boy Well, my second friend went down When I was 21 years of age Well, now rules are alright If there's

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn Is just to love and be loved in return" There was a boy A very strange enchanted boy They say he wandered very far, very far Over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he And then one day

There's something dying on the street You're gonna get back on your feet Up against the wall When they knock you down (No you can't stop now) Remember what I said Boy you was battle born Cause you can't stop now (Cause you can't stop now) You lost faith

Toy-like people make me boy-like I see myself in there upon my lover I found a reason I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my era so You lick a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn Is just to love and be loved in return" There was a boy A very strange, enchanted boy They say he wandered very far, very far Over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he And then one day

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs

I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one Well, my first friend went down When I was seventeen years old Well, there's one thing I can say about that boy Well, my second friend went down When I was twenty one years of age Well, now rules are