I see you rushing now Hey Jo sorry I hurt you, but they say love is a virtue don't they? Tell me how to reach you What did Harvard teach you? I see people on the floor They're slidin' to the sea Can't stay here anymore We're turning into thieves If I

The more things change The more they stay the same We gotta wake up Give me power to end all of the strife Courage to kill the pro-life I don't want to see You can't change me You tell me not to bow Just follow for now

We say we can when they say we can't See what it is when they see what it ain't With blood, sweat, and tears and a new coat of paint We're just a sinner's choir singin' a song for the saints Long before a boat anchored the harbour Long before steel drums

Music can't be everything They were once awaiting I'll meet you in the maze All those songs that came before you Every friend in need, every memory It's me who makes the peace in me All I wanna sleep with, see It's me that makes the peace in me From

Why can't we see it Take back your freedom Take it back, take it back They're trying to make a slave of you No one will list it down it's true You should pick the words Dividing your reason Full use of power Of the damnation

It's a lot of lust, not a lot of love Ay, bitch, not a lot of love Ay, but now they tell me I switched up Take this Backwood to the face, then grab my cup Ay, I stack it up, can't get enough Seen your shorty with you, she look at me and she blushed I'm a

She looks just like me, just like me I see you on your back And I just can't believe No, I just can't believe She can, she can, she can have you Just like me, ooh Pictures, they flash And I can't even sleep Got those heels on that you love

Life is for my own to live my own way Out for my own, out to be free One with my mind, they just can't see No need to hear things that they say Life is for my own to live my own way Fell no pain, but my life ain't easy I know I'm my best friend No one

We say we can when they say we can't See what it is when they see what it ain't With blood, sweat, and tears and a new coat of paint We're just a sinner's choir singin' a song for the saints Long before a boat anchored the harbour Long before steel drums

No food on my table And no shoes to go on my feet Hard times, hard times Hard times seem like a jealous thing My children cry for mercy They got no place to call your own If someone don't help me And I just can't be around three months long No shoes on