Some girls start crying, some girliez run away I'm like 'huh what the fuck man okay' Just relax yourself baby, its gonna be okay It's not my fault I was born dis way I'm an african come on girl you know whats up This big motherfuckin dick is whats up

And we can run, from the backdrop of these gears and scalpels At every hour goes the tick-tock bang of monitors as They stared us down when we met in the emergency room And in our beds, I could hear you breathe with help from cold machines Every hour, on

Oh, be something you love and understand "And be a simple kind of man Baby be a simple kind of man Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can" And you can do this, oh baby, if you try All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied" Mama told me

Love so willingly (Kelly/Mann) I never liked a bleeding heart But a bleeding heart's what I've become With a broken funny bone And a rubber crutch to lean upon How can I turn from this mistake? How can I bend? I know you'll break When you love so

Step right up, he's the real thing The last chance of a lifetime Come see a living, breathing spectacle Only seen right here It's your last chance in this lifetime The line forms to the rear You won't believe your eyes Your eyes will not believe you're

I can't take it man. Hey Nas, hey hey boy, you see what they done did to Jimmy and Lee? Mmmhmm. Damn man. Sho' can't. You think this is gonna eva' change? Man damn this place man! Damn these chains! These damn Chitlins every damn night. This cotton.

'Til the revolution comes We'll shake, shake, shake the night away We shook, shook, shook the night away You got it all, you got it all, you got it all Got it all, you got it all, you got it all I want a world like (The revolution comes) My teacher

That's just what you do When you're at the bottom It sure could drain a man About as empty as these beer cans Yeah, this time it's it, I'm callin' it quits I'm not turnin' her on anymore She packed up the same ol' stuff And slammed the same ol' door And

I was made for this shit, rookie of the year I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed Trade my Honda to a Bentley Now these fuckboys wanna end me Ammunition, I got

You're just a sad song, with nothing to say About a life-long, wait for a hospital stay And if you think that I'm wrong This never meant nothing to you If I'm so wrong (so wrong, so wrong) How can you listen all night long? (night long, night long)