But it ain't for you to know I'm to myself like the usual I'm tryna know what the future holds I'm thinkin' clear never losin' hope Nothing's ever promised, tomorrow or today From the Bay Like 40 & Dre But it ain't for you to knoww Sometimes I gotta be

Yes you got to be strong And be all the best you can The world is out there Conquer your fears And don't you wait too long Aye, how you doing Long time I haven't seen you Hope you behaving yourself now,

It's a cruel, crazy, beautiful world Ayeye ayeye Every time you wake up I hope it's under a blue sky One day when you wake up I will have to say goodbye It's your world so live in it! You have to wash with the crocodile in the river You have to swim with

I gave 'em hope When my nigga needed money (What you do?) I gave 'em dope Every time we went to war (What we do?) We gave 'em smoke Fiends was copping, I was broke Fuck that shit, we gave 'em soap They forgot we gave 'em hope Let them niggas have the

Yeah, the locals tell the stories keeping the heroes alive They turn down town upside down, they live to have the time of their lives The night ain't over yet and, man, I hope I get To have a drink with the locals tonight Yeah, the locals, they're the

Hope you'll be safe in the arms of another 'Cause I can't take the weight of your love Everyday I'm a slave to the heartache And you're wasting away every night But I've run out of love this time You know that I adore you Though I couldn't give enough

You did your best or did you? Sometimes I think I hate you I'm sorry, dad, for feelin' this I can't believe I'm sayin' it I know you were a troubled man I know you never got the chance To be yourself, to be your best I hope that heaven's given you

The story of my life (the story of, the story of) The story of my life And I'll be gone, gone tonight With nothing in between I drive all night to keep her warm and time The story of my life, I give her hope I spend her love until she's broke inside

So turn right Into my arms You won't be alone Fall off this track sometimes Hope to see you on the finish line Somehow I'm to blame Pick up all your tears

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston