I woke up this morning It might take a while Might as well smile With a smile on my face Laughing the blues Tells me I should be scared I threw out those stones That stood in my way And I put on a new pair

And for a moment I don't even care Until I feel his breath at my neck And maybe even you can feel it too He's on a strike and looking at you Holding onto his words, but baby I saw an angel become the devil Well baby, I don't need any of them Heaven nor

YMCMB, Ross niggas doing it School for the blind, I don't see these niggas doing it I’m doing it and doing it and doing it well Niggas wanna test me boy, who wanna fail? Hit you like a bully bitch, yeah saved by the bell If you scared, go to church I’ll

See when it starts to fall apart Man, it really falls apart Like boots or hearts, oh when they start Forty things we share The fact that we don't care They really fall apart, well fall apart Well I think that there's a problem here Her voice just don't

I don't care for your paranoid I don't care for your careless I heard we're changing lanes "Me first, gimme gimme" appetite at all Well, I heard the blinker's on I heard he likes to race I heard there's six or seven words he likes to use Are always in

Back to the front Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Do just as we say Finished here, greetings death He's yours to take away

And for a moment I don't even care Until I feel his breath at my neck And maybe even you can feel it too He's on a strike and looking at you Holding onto his words, but baby I saw an angel become the devil Well baby, I don't need any of them Heaven nor

Finally falling, falling Suddenly I can see what I didn't before And I don't care what they say anymore 'Cause I'm falling, falling Suddenly, my choice is clear I knew when only you and I were standing here Well that money isn't worth a thing If you

Well I love the way she dances around In her underwear She probably woke the neighbors up by now Aww But she don't care Oh' what a pretty face spilling her wine all over the place Shaking everything shes got around The towel coming off and her hair

Blowing through the air There's a natural mystic If you listen carefully now you will hear This could be the first trumpet Might as well be the last Many more will have to suffer Many more will have to die Don't ask me why I won't tell no lie