And times like those What will be will be And so it goes In times like these And it always goes On and on and on and on and on On and on and on and on and on it goes And there's always been laughing, crying, birth, and dying Boys and girls with hearts

Sometimes I feel like a man on fire, Sometimes I feel like a man possessed, Sometimes I want to burn down this crazy town. Don't it make you stop and wonder why? I walk these streets each and every day Trying to find some work just to earn my pay Just to

It's a celebration They know who we are by now They know who we are For the ghetto, oh It's time, times like these (Ooh ooh) Champion, the champion (champion, champion) This a celebration, this is levitation Look at how you winning now? This took

Sometimes it seems like lately, I just don't know The bad things in life were so few Sometimes I get to feelin' I was back in the old days, long ago When we were kids, when we were young Things seemed so perfect, you know? The days were endless, we were

Sometimes I feel like a man on fire, Sometimes I feel like a man possessed, Sometimes I want to burn down this crazy town. Don't it make you stop and wonder why? I walk these streets each and every day Trying to find some work just to earn my pay Just to

It's times like this, but time's run out But for now I don't see what's so wrong with pretending It's true I thought you knew. This place reminds me of, A time that's way too old. These thoughts have gathered up the memories unfold. Believe her, it's all

Searching, for something more Searching, for something right Searching, for a sense of clarity Searching, for a place to die! It's days like this I wish that I, wish that I had stayed asleep It's times like these that make it so difficult to be No light

You and me should go and get so high tonight There was an age the battered times were coiled up around you like a diamond cage Though your sparkle 's long resigned It flickers like the embers of a dying blaze These might be the last days of the blinding

(ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted Sometimes I feel I got to (get away) For these streets like a fein for crack But pullin me back Its real got a nigga goin (ooh ooh) cause no matter drama or gossip My heart is your hood my dogs niggas I

In our rockin' chairs That are going to fly by like lightning so they say These are the nights (yeah) The good times that we left the wild side out to play These are the Sunday mornings We talked to the Lord, get right with the man upstairs Get back to