All the haters, all the lovers All the people I ain't seen in too many years All the friends that are more like brothers All the faces in the bleachers Yeah this one's for the ones who got me here The ones that I drank all those beers with Made it

All we need is little action If it's only but a fraction (What I say) People to see, even me Man with a little got more of a plea He's cryin', I don't know Time at last, laws to pass Can't be a few got to be a mass A-tryin' got to go

I grew up with a lot of love in a happy home Mama called about the paper turns out they wrote about me Now my broken heart's the only thing that's broke about me So many people should have seen what we got going on I only wanna put my heart and my life

Motherfucker, I'm gone Motherfucker you ain't my accountant You don't know what I'm doing Focusing on what I'm giving back Man, make better music Fuck preaching on top of the mountain, people can see through it Keeping my name in your mouth, just don't

On the news tonight Well mama said It's just make believe You can't believe everything you see So baby close your eyes to the lullabies A billion people died on the news tonight But not so many cried at the terrible sight Who's the one to decide that it

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

Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over But I'm too young to worry I see my vision burn I feel my memories fade with time A melody, a memory, or just one picture Trials in life,

It's a lot to you, it's a lot to you But it ain't nothing to me People talk, it's just word of mouth No, it ain't nothing to me You talking loud 'cause I'm not around Yeah, that's something to see Say I’m the man and I'm winning now That shit ain't

(Yeah, I'm free, yeah, I'm free, yeah) But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free See, whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me I don’t do yoga, never tried Pilates Not many people want me at their parties Tryna find my place, some place,

Johnny Cash The windows cracked on the Chevrolet My cigarettes in the ash tray The engines off and the radio's, down So nervous my whole body shakes The parking lot's full of people and They ready to see the preacher man Time to open up for the main act