Once a mother stood on a corner Tears betrayed her painted smile She was trading in her halo For just enough to feed her children Then an old man, cold
The more I learn, the more I see The less the world impassions me The hungry heart, the roving eye Have come to rest, do not apply The frantic chase,
There's no time for waiting, No future to see, Inside the next moment, Nothing might be, The answer is not certain, No time to decide, Is this the last
If I had a nickel for every nickel I've had I'd be rich now but they tempt and they tickle They trickle right out of my hands like love somehow I think
Once a mother stood on a corner Tears betrayed her painted smile She was trading in her halo For just enough to feed her child Then an old man, cold
when my lady passes me by I lose the love I thought I had in mind send no flowers or words of regret cause I'm not the loving kind day by day I was hoping
You said that I would be sorry If you went away You said I wouldn't be happy Without hell to pay You said the teardrops would fall Between the bedroom
By a lonely prison wall I heard a young girl calling, 'michael, they are taking you away. For you stole travelyns corn, So the young might see the morn
Well, they say the Grand Canyon is a sight to see But it's just a big ditch next to you and me Ooo baby, ain't got nothin' on us An' there's earth shaking
That's not her picture, I wish it was It came with the wallet, I keep it because It reminds me of her, it reminds me of us But that's not her picture
down And listen to the words of my song At the beach in Indiana, I was nine years old Heard little Richard singing 'tutti frutti' from the top of a telephone pole
of macking, don't be old fashioned Update your passion Only reason why I be eye chattin' It's when it's time for some action I wanna hit it way, way out like John
fit inside a whole disc An' nigga, I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin' It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap I'm back to claim pole position
to play calypsos Yo, me and you, meet me by the two A war goin' on, that's involvin' the crews Bring both your arms, Rel and Moose down in St. John's
start shooting up the diesel Had a flesh back, screwing some dude up in his hashback The night before, body still sore, holding her ass crack A regular John
, four or five gold teeth On my neck be the Brolic shit, hurricane CREAM Guerilla shit, flashin the ill data things Excalate, sure raids, chez with the straps on John
I know how to rip a mike different I grip it like so Tight like a kryptonite with a bike pole Sparks from my lips ignite liquid nitro No telling if it
We'll have big fun on the bayou Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me, oh, my, oh Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou Swap my mon to buy my John what