It can't easily be found There's just one thing That we all crave From the cradle To the grave A state of grace A point in space Or point in time In time of peace In times of war

I need nothing to be a man Because I was born a man And I deserve the rights to live Like any other man My resistance is getting weaker I cant stand the pressure I cant get any weaker My mind in such a state Sometimes it makes me sick

Lord, let me die in the Iodine State Palmetto rose in the AC vent Cross-stitched pillow where the head rest went He said his cab was his orneriest friend Left him jumping like trees in the wind Thought he had the red lights memorized Glass in the gravel

U R, U R (we are) Clarity is a state of mind Freedom ain't real, who's sold you that lie? I ain't buying it No matter what the price (one more time? Aight) So give it up give it up mama Undo your pants and your bra I see you liking that, you must need a

Comme d'habitude Je vais jouer A faire semblant And now, the end is near and so I got to face The final curtain, girl Friends I say clear and state her case of which I'm uncertain I've lived a life that's full of travelled each and every highway And

New York state of mind I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kicking Musician, inflicting composition Of pain I'm like Scarface sniffing cocaine Holding a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme,

I am far too Canadian I am the face of my country Experssionless and small Weak at the knees, shaking badly Can't straighten up at all I watch the spine of my country bend and break I'm a sorry state I'm so content, to stand in line Wait and see, pass

I'm boss with it, authentic, all y'all frauds better Quit with the trash talk before you get tossed in it Y'all tripping, bar ripping, y'all sipping too much, right to the palms dripping Lost in it, thoughts different, you don't want no drama? Then don't

I'm in a New York state of mind. Out of touch with the rhythym and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News. It comes down to reality, and it's fine with me cause I've let it slide. I don't care if it's Chinatown or

I gave my blood and I gave my soul I stood my ground and I took control The legend's growing as the story's told Yeah, I'm satisfied Yeah, until the day I die I pledge allegiance to the state, of rock and roll I know that heaven's gonna wait Looking back