This is what, this what they want huh This is what it's all about Time to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand, you kna'mean Niggas coming sideways thinking stuff is sweet man Niggas don't understand the four devils; lust, envy, hate,

Firing at niggas, I'm firing at niggas I'm firing at niggas outside I feel like Malcolm X, I'm peepin' out the blinds Don't care if it's nine hundred niggas outside I'm coming out firing at niggas Firing at niggas I hear sirens, I'm firing I'm firing

Bursting with empathy, I'm feeling everything The weight of the world on my shoulders Hope my tears don't freak you out They're just kinda coming out It's the music in me and all of the colors Wish we didn't live, wish we didn't live so far from each

We'll be coming back for you one day Standing in the light till it's over, out of our minds Someone had to draw a line I don't even care if I know you, out of our minds Sad to leave it all behind Are we ever gonna feel the same? And we all do it all

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again and I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

In the dark 'Cause I will be there 'Cause if it's coming for you Then it's coming for me 'Cause we need each other in the dark So we've got each other in the dark But I will be there When it seems Like the world around you's breaking

I’m coming out of the dark clouds The word is as the world is Supposedly it was a wise wise man Who said it’s better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all, never to have loved. How many times does the truth that you take to be true Is

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

Life of a Don, lights keep glowing Coming in the club with that fresh **** on With something crazy on my arm Uh-uh-hum, and here's another hit, Barry Bonds We outta here baby! It's what you all been waiting for ain't it? What people pay paper for damn

Have I been holding on too strong? Is it our heavy handed love Keeping us from moving on? I'm not ready to go tonight Maybe I'm coming off all wrong It's only getting harder Talking to you without falling down And this house keeps getting darker We used