day just a little bit better, every day just a little bit more Well, I don't mind the things that I've heard today And I don't mind the things I've
, so I ironed it I then got caught up on the phone, oh shit I'm fryin' it Will someone tell me what did I do to deserve this? I think I'll, pull out my
pack a street sweeper 5 years for doin' Fed time for extortion And a jail up in Boston for major jewel flossin' Hits safes quickly can hear a black
caught a case With 50 years to face I'm raising ghosts, I'm rebuilding My old hood could use a little rebuilding A better place for these ghetto children I
's gonna be I'm talkin' bout forever more The rest of eternity No need in bein' insecure I know where I wanna be I know I made a lot of mistakes But I
the seven years itch And I can't count the times that I've had a cold and sore throat Not to mention all the times that I've cut my fingers on a sardine
of zig-zaggin', got a degree in raggin' My daughter says I'm a teen, 'cause like a teen My pants always saggin' and I walk with a bop The sex part of my time, I
by a bus and then, maybe, you die Because I think Jim Hensen said it best when he said "Anybody got any aspirin? I think I got a cold" And a chill filled
? A fucking chair master? "I sit down. I get up, I sit down I get up, I sit dow, I get up" The door master "I open the door, I close" What the fuck?
to a lounge just wanna lounge in the same sweats that I had on for days same tee I had on for a week what I got on it speaks what I got on it reeks no
my suitcase and I racked my brain Bought a ticket on a late night train Took a taxi through the pourin' rain I'm comin' home to you Flew from Boston
dust me Bounced upon the scene with a theme, Word...Life I cut fantasy out cause I differ from a dream Wisdom lies deep in my molecules, you assumed I
Anna i Then we met a wealthy man in boston And he paid her a lot because he loved her, But I had to keep a watch on anna Who was too loving, but she
my suitcase, I racked my brain Bought a ticket on the late night train Took a taxi through the pourin' rain I'm comin' home to you Flew from Boston
and a strange girl beside him (Returned home a worried guilty man) But inside his coat his wife found a note It said, "Thanks for the good time, can I
not me. I mean, I'm only 16 years old. I had a hole Life ahead of me, and now I'm gonna die! I mean, what am I gonna do? I...oh, god, I'm so confused
good time up to Boston The North of Essex the sky grew dark He missed his mark he was makin' and life can change so fast The captain had seen many a
fought hard yet. He yelled above the splintering wreck, I have done you wrong son. I should be forsaken for what I have done. But Ben reached a timber