We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

And I still believe in the good And I still believe in the light And I wanna feel the sun I wanna free you tonight Can anybody tell me why We're lying here on the floor And neither of us can barely breathe at all The doctor's saying hold on tight As we

Hold on John John hold on, it's gonna be alright You're gonna win the fight Hold on Yoko Yoko hold on, it's gonna be alright You gonna make the flight When you're by yourself And there's no one else You just have yourself

Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs Looked at my life, where it's goin', where it's gone I've seen the world through a bus windshield But nothing compares to the way that I see it To the way that I see

All he asks, I said hurry inside Got a criminal record, I can't cross state lines First on the bad list, and you're last on mine Lookin' for a scapegoat, long past due Walking down the aisle, still straining you Where do I hide? All he asks, I say hurry

Shut up, shut up, shut up Sit up, sit up, sit up, it's a kangaroo court A kangaroo court There's a dark part of town where the girls get down And I cannot wait for a chance to go Wait for a chance to go I got my bad luck shoes and every excuse to dance

While the world sleeps under my feet tonight I'm chasing myself in the sky I'll be up here learning to fly When you know that you can't let go And your heart already knows Sure to hurt but it's worth it to be burned 'Cause one day you'll get home Still

I wanna go home with you Home with you Why don't we find somewhere quiet? Too many cooks in the kitchen Too many fools here listening Yeah, we can do whatever you want to Come on and set the mood Yeah, we can go as slow as you want to

Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame I keep me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain What's really butter? Swingin' by the tires leave a third degree And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me They gon' have to take me straight

I wanna give you wild love The kind that never slows down I wanna take you high up Let our hearts be the only sound I wanna go where the lights burn low and you're only mine But I wanna give you wild love (I wanna give you wild love) Don't know what to