and the times they get tough you see got this shit sorted coz my boys got my back and im where i need to be where i need to be where i need to be do
, Communities in need of people that will lead Keep your eyes open, I can only say I'll try Until the day I die,[until the day I die], I promise to be
I'm Thuggin, and every day I'm a hustler lookin to get paid They wanna bury me, I'm worried -- no need to lie I pray to God I don't scream when it's
times What's going on Nelly Furtado: What's goin' on in the world today. I'd rather be dead than to turn my head away We got this first world vision
child dies by this disease In record numbers indeed Got momma's crying out please My baby hold on My child ain't done nothing wrong Still I want to holler
Lord knows I keep trying You don't know the pain I feel I miss you B.I.G. Let's find a cure for A.I.D.S Oh Somebody tell me what's going on (what's going
the sin and death I bet somebody dies raw for the end of this song That's the reason why I pray so I can make it back home To be on top so long can't
the signs of endangered times What's going on Nelly Furtado: Ah tell me What's going on in the world today I'd rather be dead Than turn my head away
Man i spit that pimp talk you hang out where the pimps collide it's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride this ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp,
by that I wonder where I'd be there's a hole, I can't seem to fill and sometimes I can't breathe I've had so much to be thankful and I am but I need
But every time I reached for the prize it demised I wonder what's going on, but I gots to move I gotta keep my head and I gotta stay strong I look up
snakes the day will come when you'll want this, but you'll be measured by what you take so where were you, the light to lead me to this hell and through
course I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets, But I don't want to be one of them. I want to be an outsider, At the same time I'd like
gettin' open like an umbrella in the rain I still maintain I tell the truth: that me without Christ is like the house without the roof and you need
verse Surly He gets glory or the curse just gets worse This is His earth I'm a witness to that fact I'm with this plus I'm black Thanks to Christ my spiritual
weed Indeed I'm out to get high & supply what you need Mr. Postman comin' through with all the mail What you need? I got for sale on the stairwell to
t remember where I am And my families far from here, but the stars are bright this evening On this morning on this afternoon, just got here now I'm leaving