Are better than you thought they'd ever be Sweet and tender things Are so much nicer than silly games Softness makes it easier to smile It's better to remember things That makes the sun shine in your memory There's clouds enough for you to see Smile for

And they made their house from a tool shed Grandaddy rolled down on two logs And they built walls all around it And they made that house a home They taught us 'bout good living They taught is right and wrong Lord there'll never be another place In this

Started to lose friends when they notice you winning They see that we winning You make it from nothing, such a wonderful feeling My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing Ridin 'round, out of bounds 40 cal, 30 rounds Never gonna love no broke ass bitch,

Yeah, Amerikaz mothafuckin' Nightmare, bitch They wanna know, where the hood at? Nigga, we right here Live in the flesh with the Tecs, they never scared Them guns we holding, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air Dump-dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare

I'm a bad boy I'm a bad, bad boy 'Cause I'm a bad boy To be a bad, bad boy I found all the good ways When it's nasty And you know that it hurts They call me bad There are the good ways

Voices from underground, whispers of freedom Warsaw city at war 1944 help that never came Calling Warsaw city at war Rise up and hear the call History calling to you, 'Warszawo, walcz!' Women, men and children fight They were dying side by side And the

Rattlesnake said to the copperhead Rattlesnake, Copperhead Either one of them'll kill you dead We stay hungry, they get fed And don't pass the plate around Lie by lie, cheat by cheat Venom in smiling teeth They just run those forked tongues And the whole

I like the bass when it booms You like the high-end treble I'm like the ninety-ninth floor And you're cool on street level I like the crowd rock, rock, rock, rocking it loud You like the sound of hush, hush Hey! Keep it down High tops, flip flops, retro,

Now that I have found you I must hang around you 'Tho you may refuse You will never lose me If the human race is Full of happy faces It's because they all love That wonderous thing, they call love He loves and she loves

There, along the road, was a tiny home The yard held dead machines behind its fences Like they were it's kids Broken down, but still worth a lot to someone It made me stop and grin Light from a dying moon It blurs our eyes And we wear a cape of fireflies