Motherfucker, I'm gone Motherfucker you ain't my accountant You don't know what I'm doing Focusing on what I'm giving back Man, make better music Fuck preaching on top of the mountain, people can see through it Keeping my name in your mouth, just don't

It's a lot to you, it's a lot to you But it ain't nothing to me People talk, it's just word of mouth No, it ain't nothing to me You talking loud 'cause I'm not around Yeah, that's something to see Say I’m the man and I'm winning now That shit ain't

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray Get my people out them chains nigga I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh 'Cause I'm a black man, in a

(Yeah, I'm free, yeah, I'm free, yeah) But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free See, whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me I don’t do yoga, never tried Pilates Not many people want me at their parties Tryna find my place, some place,

All we need is little action If it's only but a fraction (What I say) People to see, even me Man with a little got more of a plea He's cryin', I don't know Time at last, laws to pass Can't be a few got to be a mass A-tryin' got to go

All the haters, all the lovers All the people I ain't seen in too many years All the friends that are more like brothers All the faces in the bleachers Yeah this one's for the ones who got me here The ones that I drank all those beers with Made it

Can't see me Need a little something You said, just keep it true Lift up your name Seasons change You know it'll never be the same We'll see the sun again I just wanna say that I love you Say what you love, it's alright

Johnny Cash The windows cracked on the Chevrolet My cigarettes in the ash tray The engines off and the radio's, down So nervous my whole body shakes The parking lot's full of people and They ready to see the preacher man Time to open up for the main act

Qué onda guero? See the vegetable man in the Vegetable van with the horn that's honking Like a mariachi band in the middle of the street People gather around put a dollar in the can Ay wey, qué onda? tj cowboys hang around Sleeping on the side walk with

Living in the day of the eagle, eagle not the, dove I saw a light, just up ahead But I couldn't seem to rise up from my bed I'm not alone, than I am People seem to think I'm superman But I watch for the love I'm living in the day of the eagle, the eagle