Living these hard times Full of freezing nights It's easy to forget the way home No one's helping you Cause nobody set the rules This time you gonna make
Living these hard times Full of freezing nights It's easy to forget the way home No one's helping you Cause nobody set the rules This time you gonna
'm not Bowzer Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch trousers But if you don't want to I can live with that but You gotta put back the double
at me like i was Crazy then i got up and Walked Away Man i gotta wife at Home , and to lose her OH im Scared So now im on my Way home , Whiping off this
workin' like a dog", and so on In a place called Richmond in Surrey, way down in the deep south They got guys with long hair down their back singin' "
I'm not Bowze Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch trousers But if you don't want to I can live with that but You gotta put back the double
slick shit and act real funny For what nigga you're butt and it got back to me Asking a braveheart to get back your jewelry You ain't from my hood, don
...it's a new day... ya know what I'm sayin'? A new day, brings a new problem to a brother And all I gots ta say is thank God for my mother Cause without
t no turnin' back, it's on tonight, and if I get caught Then my ass is up north, straight on the course for upstate New York Stress, smokin' back to back
Lewis looking for a new drug 'Cause coke's getting old, started free basing Graduated to crack, smack on occasion Not catching the bus, but back at the station Back
And I can see through you bitch youse a gold diggertellin me stories About the richest man But I'm too $hort baby, the bitch's pimp I come a long way
go tho, gotta hit Myrtle Street Passed the acorns on my way, bitch. it's just anotha day Big Banks came through and started mixin Sittin in the studio kick back
hope you don't think my story's amazin I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't faze him So many blackmen die for drugs I think back on the way life
on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Come on, let's go back Follow
could fly ? theres plenty over here She fell through like always We broke it down in the hallway She bossed her way back she dont crawl her way Her body
, skipped the light fandango The Zircon Princess seemed to lost her senses Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
back, violently take a nap Promise you got something, Lord, that I honor you Blow your lil' head off while you're tying your shoe But back in the kitchen
telling me to chill Now I wind up in here, it's like, you remember, listen boo, listen The way you rub my face, the way you talk to me The way you look