How simple it can be I love you and you love me There's nothing in our way How simple it can be The sunlight on a tree There's nothing more to say Here
How simple it can be The rythem of the sea The silence in our head How simple it can be I am scared and you hold me And everything's been said And it's
And how did I get to be the man that I am? A god among men, only without the tan It's simple, every time I have to make a choice I just listen to my
cross as if it's Jesus on it It take for one to see the poor pit with the preacher's on it It take for one to hear the system with no speakers on it And
It'd remain to be the same, even without the fame Without the change, without the name I still cock it up, and send it to your brain 3-65, I gotta be
the N-word why's when I say it it gets no play Officially it means stupiD or ignorance Stay stupid or ignorant in place anyway Any how whats reinfored
as if it's Jesus on it It take for one to see the poor pit with the preacher's on it It take for one to hear the system with no speakers on it And still
he's an O.G. when he flex it, like it's suppose to be The freestyle champ, keep it amped Then, nobody in the camp gets served When I swerve, Christbearer