All in the name of God and country All in the name Forever lost in comparisons Between you and the better man Yeah you're always so quick To take a bow I've got to laugh at your circus sympathy And your postcard sincerity Don't you ever get tired Of

Is it just a mirage? We're all caught in a dream Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh All these Hollywood gods And everything that we've got It's all part of the scene, oh They said, "You can't wear Giamba Baby, you gotta pay."

Stone cold, stone cold Know that I am, even if I Stone cold, baby God knows I tried to feel Happy for you Can't understand, I'll take the pain Give me the truth, me and my heart We'll make it through If happy is her, I'm happy for you

Kind of glue that sticks this world together Hands of steel and cradle of the Promised Land But there's nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer God bless the working man Average Joe, average pay Lace-up boots and faded jeans A homemade sandwich, and a

It's really going down in the goddamn south I 3-up, 100 to the end Wasted, undone How could you judge? I’m wasted right now Wasted undone Wasted right now Take a sip, drowning in this shit Choppers on my hip I hold my head

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray Get my people out them chains nigga I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh 'Cause I'm a black man, in a

Down at the Whiskey Living out our dreams Do you remember when? We were on the run Got loaded like a shotgun We never made a dime But god we had a good time We always made a scene Runaways in a van

The stowaways of civil war When living through a civil war "God bless our little civil war" Progress rides with thieves and whores I don't know you to wear a hat But I came home late and there it sat You rose to show what hats are for Christmas mornings

"Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb" "Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" "Royce 5'9" I'm the verbal-spit Smith & Wesson I unload with sick spit The quick wit could split a split-second Bomb with a lit wick expression You here a tick tick then you testin'

A single mom who works two jobs Who loves her kids and never stops With gentle hands and a heart of a fighter I'm a survivor And Gods amazing grace The baby girl without a chance A victim of circumstance The one who ought a give up,but she's just Too