I've got your light I've got your light in my eyes I cannot recall when I've felt like this It's been a long, old time if I ever did So if I act strange, I'm hoping you'll forgive On some distant moon I lie on my back For a glimpse of blue 'fore it's

I just don't understand The ways of the world today Sometimes I feel Like there's nothing to live for So I'm longing for the days of yesterday Won't somebody tell me Remember back in the time When the only sign we had was pickets But now in '94, it be

Squeeze me baby, 'till the juice runs down my leg I should have quit you long time ago Ohh yeah, long time ago I wouldn't be here, my children Down on this killin' floor I should have listened, baby, to my second mind Ohh, I should have listened, baby,

Girl I caught you in your little white lie Red handed, red handed You said you had to work tonight But here you are dancing In this honky talk with someone else And all you got to say for yourself

Me name, Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran, me tellin' you Youngest veteran It's been a long time the world's been waiting for this I man say excuse me for a moment for a introduction Fus one fi mi Muma but mi Pupa last son Like some fruits in

Won't keep us apart. I'm buildin' bridges straight to your heart, An' all of this distance won't keep us apart, How long can this keep goin' on? Since you've gone, my heart said something's wrong. I'm still blue over losin' you. What else am I gonna do?

Girl I caught you in your little white lie Red handed, red handed You said you had to work tonight But here you are dancing In this honky talk with someone else And all you got to say for yourself

If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear Where you from, nigga?" "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?" "Where your grandma

We've let go. This vacancy will take everything this world can offer. But what is control (what is control) We live in slavery to a past we cannot escape, And I say it's worth it to just start again, again. We've focused so long on ideals of freedom That

Love for sale. When the only sound in the empty street, Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet That belong to a lonesome cop I open shop. When the moon so long has been gazing down On the wayward ways of this wayward town. That her smile becomes a smirk, I