I've upgraded Aye, let me just rap I've upgraded while they've waited Will they love it, will they hate it Never fade it I evade it Cause I never really want to complicate it Think I've made it, yes I did I'm giving them bars like a bid Let me rewind it

This world was made for all men We pledge allegiance All our lives To the magic colors Red, blue and white But we all must be given The liberty that we defend For with justice not for all men History will repeat again

Damn you talk to me! Little girl what's your name Now don't you go looking at me like that You might see I'm ashamed, what's your name Talk with me, won't you talk with me Oh pretty girl It ain't too hip faking lines you ain't taking But your lips make

I just wanna look good for you, good for you Let me show you how proud I am to be yours Leave this dress a mess on the floor And still look good for you, good for you Make you never wanna leave Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight Do my hair up

It’s the kids and the dogs and you and me It’s the way it’s alright when everything goes wrong It’s the sound of a slow simple song But I love my life man it’s something to see Lately things are on my mind Good news is hard to find And I work on the

You're all I need to get by, oh, oh Like sweet morning dew, I took one look at you (you're all I need to get by) And it was plain to see, you were my destiny (you're all I need to get by) With my arms open wide (you're all I need to get by) I threw away

I am that man You're trying to find You had in mind And I'll give you all my love 'Till you understand I won't give up 'Cause I know You put your heart up on a shelf I know it's hard to be by yourself

And loving you so, so, so, so I don't wanna know Who's taking you home, home, home, home I don't wanna know, know, know, know The way I used to love you, oh Are you happy now? The way I used to love you, no And the more I drink the more I think about you

Lock and load your gun, where I'm from, the Third World son Been to many places but I'm Third world-born Guerrillas hit and run where I'm from: the Third World son You polluted everything, and now the Third World's gone The waters poisoned where I'm from

Maybe I'll find on the way down the line that I'm free, free to be me. Black night is a long way from home. Black night is not right, I don't feel so bright, I don't care to sit tight. I don't need a dark tree, I don't want a rough sea, I can't feel, I