Long for the stranger you know so well. Long for the sailor, beneath the skies Long for the white dove, no matter where she flies Pray for the soldier, who's wounded bad Pray for the dreamer, he's still so sad Pray for the stranger you know so well.

Yeah I, I've seen those girls I think they look pretty cool But, you know, one thing I, I ya know That whole attitude about, ya know Dressing in the baggy clothes It's, I dunno I, I'm not into that I think it's kinda, kinda lame, ya know But, ah, maybe

Jeremy spoke in class today King Jeremy the wicked Jeremy spoke in Uh uh uh uh (spoke in, spoke in, spoke in) Whoa oh (spoke in) At home drawing pictures Of mountain tops With him on top

Is the heart of a lonely girl. She won’t be the one to blame It’s a shame, it’s a shame Oh the hurtinest thing in the whole wide world The heart of a lonely girl. Yeah the hurtinest thing in the whole wide world Twenty seven days I’ve been out on the

All alone at the end of the evening and the bright lights have faded to blue I was thinkin' about a woman who might have loved me and I never knew You know I've always been a dreamer spent my life running round And it's so hard to change can't seem to

I am who I am I've learned what I've learned By finding the right way in all of my wrong turns I love what I love I ain't afraid to say it cause I'm damn sure man enough That's what you need to see to get a picture of me I grew up on the edge of a

I don't belong, I don't fit in I'm dead and gone, I thought that I could wait I'm holding on to what's within I'm coming strong with everything I can Understand, it's who I am Secrets buried deep at the bottom of my heart And beaten throughout every

We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't

I'm dedicated, the definition of dedication Wrote this whole record while I was levitating Sittin' in my room with the pen and paper, I'm innovative They've been afraid of me since I was a second grader I'm the kid on the playground mama told you to

To all my thugs who puffed him You love him, yell his name I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Representin' Bucktown MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down Face down, you know the routine, the