Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Tryna make a living Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony I'm from

Supersymmetry Ah, lalala lala Supersymmetry (supersymmetry) I know you're living in my mind It's not the same as being alive If telling the truth is not polite Then I guess you'll have to fight Then I guess we'll have to fight I lived for a year, in the

You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope some day you'll join us And the world will be as one Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people living for today

Ain't it the life Try living a lie and kicking out The same old guise Wasting time Can you save me from The borrowed cloud I'm on All you've gotta do is try Pray you're just getting by

Keep living loud and proud They never can hold you down Everything that I say won't mean anything less When I'm down in a grave And you've put me to rest This is for the kids with the beaten in lips Whose parents try to shut them up using their fists

Oh oh, sing me that song At least there's some song bringing me home Oh oh, same old song I left my soul sold, play me rock and roll It was a hard time living in the city Broke my mind, I was trying hard to fit in Somehow I tried to belong They were

You can tell, changed by their faces. There are always signs! I am just still to the puzzle, Grab a piece of light! Let us try to think, try to paint the picture. Living on, have to feel this way. (Looking for something to believe in) Looking for

There's a hero living at 2401 and all around A family circus in the sun Got his Mothers working While you're having fun Trying to change the system Many things that must be done Where did Moon go? Better call at GTO In the red room

King of my city, king of my country, king of my homeland King of the filthy, king of the fallen, we living again King of the shooters, looters, boosters, and ghettos poppin' King of the past, present, future, my ancestors watching King of the culture,

How could we lose sight Of what matters most Trying not to love What cannot love us back All we have is not worth living for If we do not know when to let go What is this life That we sling to it so tight Afraid that it will take from us