I feel it everywhere But yet I only care How I’m getting there That’s mine and They have theirs
Can we grasp a feeling Thrown so carelessly? As we take our seats Beneath the thinking tree. Looking at it all
Everyone is less optimistic Truth is far from simplistic The essence of can’t gets it But then she paid me a visit Made me look at
What is skin? Does it hold the soul in? So we can be forgiven? Yeah, race doesn’t matter. Oh it does?!
Treatments are not the same In a crowd full of people Achievements to blame Make us unequal So just go with your words
Back in the day Before I knew The way I would have gotten mad At what you
The grass is green and overgrown The sound machine is Out of tone It’s hard in this world Alone
If you hate me the most.... My love is as big as a mountain...… If I hate you the most... My love is as big as a mountain...…
If the sun had a brain And decided to go get some tea Would he know that Would be the end of me?
Sniff Sniff I’m really high Sniff Sniff Just to get by Drip Drip
Most of the time hard work goes unnoticed. But in the mind I must stay focused. It’s yours, not mine
Work hard to Love her and Yourself Don’t be concerned With every body else
Just got off work. It’s raining, pretty cloudy. About to go bizirric Unless I blow some loudie.
My vernacular is Far from spectacular. In my arrangement I’ll never change it. But I’m always after her,
Northerns saaaaay so-duh pop! Southerners saaaaay Damn! It’s hot!