Where are the dreams that we once had? This is the time to bring them back. What were the promises caught On the tips of our tongues? Do we forget or forgive? There's a whole other life waiting to be lived when One day we're brave enough To talk with

That's what I want Now give me money That's what I want, yeah Money don't get everything it's true What it don't get, I can't use A lot of money The best things in life are free But you can keep them for the birds and bees You're lovin' gives me a thrill

Ben, the two of us need look no more They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way Don't pack themselves together and run as one Don't shit where they're not supposed to Don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare They don't compare, rats

And I only get my rocks off While I'm dreaming While I'm sleeping I only get my rocks off Only get them off Heading for the overload Splattered on the dirty road Kick me like you've kicked before I can't even feel the pain no more

Night train Not a knife throw from here you can hear the night train passing That's the sound somebody makes when they're getting away Leaving next week's hanging jury far behind them Prisoner only of the choices they've made Ice cube in a dark drink

So innocent and pure How could you get satisfaction From the body of a child It's true what people say God protect the ones who help themselves In their own way Fee fi fo she smells his body She smells his body

So bury me in memory His smile's your rope So wrap it tight around your throat Stop burning bridges, and drive off of them So I can forget about you Light that smoke, that one for giving up on me And one just 'cause they'll kill you sooner than my

I see jiggaboos, I see Styrofoams Pimp-pimp hooray Get God on the phone Where did we go wrong? Seen black turn 'em Burgundy Hundred of them, I know I'm greedy Stuck inside the belly of the beast Can you please pray for me? Said it won't be long

Ya know what I mean Busta Rhymes in the place y'all Let me tell ya a little something, Yeah, alright Busta 1995, this year I want One of them Crazy, Sexy-Cool women Ya know what I'm sayin' One of them real crazy, just sexy

In the heat of the day down in Mobile Alabama Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer I gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun