Ain't a damn thing promised to ya Except livin your life, and dyin one day, I'm just bein honest to ya It take a whole lot, just to get a little Gettin caught up in the middle the answer to life's riddles never, come that easy, but it was easy to lead

Gato, who is Gato, cold, Gato Ellis, Gato, coat, Gato Murder, Gato, work, Gato Yeah, gato, feel me, gato Eh, yeah, scared, perish Southside on the track, yeah Gucci man soprano, my plug call me Carlo (Carlo)

Da Vinci, Da Vinci, Da Vinci Shot a horrible scene, man, you know what I'm saying, who the fuck be out? You know what I'm saying, I put in some Shoutout my label that's me I'm in this bitch with TP I'm in this bitch with 4trey I just poured up me a 8

I see my light come shining From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released They say everything can be replaced They say every distance is not near So I remember every face Of every man who put me here They say every man needs

Hallelujah, hallelujah God bless the child who suffers God bless the young without mothers Let every man help his brother Let us all love one another Make all our hearts blind to color

Well, it must be the same old thing Why do men go crazy When a woman wears her dress so tight? Why do all of the men try to run A big legged woman down? Well, it's the same thing Well, it's the same old thing Better tell me who is to blame Well, the

Oh, maybe it was peace at last, who knew Hello love, my invincible friend Hello love, the thistle and the burr Hello love, for you I have so many words But I, I forget where we were Oh no, and that's how summer passed Oh your, great divide And range of

Nice work if you can get it And you can get it if you try The man who only lives for making money Lives a life that isn't necessarily sunny Likewise the man who works for fame There's no guarantee that time won't erase his name The fact is, the only work

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh I done drank codeine from a broken whiskey glass I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin' back So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass And I

Mother Superior jump the gun I need a fix 'cause I'm going down She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do, oh yeah She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane. The man in the crowd with the