Testo: Everlast. Whitey Ford Sings The Blues. Next Man.

(And there, but for the grace of God, go I. 'S kinda deep. I wonder what it means?)

I'll rock a jam for love, I'll quit my band for love
I'll smack a chrome tool right out your hand for love
Make you cry like a dove, leave you standin' alone
In a world so cold, watch the drama unfold
'Cause you sold your soul. Now you fearin' your death
Sniffin' crystal meth 'til there ain't nothin' left
But rock bottom hurts when you hit it
You start to perfect on all the friends you've shitted
You prob' won't admit it so you start to sink lower
You caught in the flood and you tryin' to find Noah
If you hungry and you near me, yo, you gonna get fed
If you sleepy and you need a place to lay your head
Then come take my bed. I'll sleep on the floor
Cause these are the times that friends are for

CHORUS (2x)
I see everybody out here's doin' for self
And they don't give a damn on the next man
Puttin' status and wealth over God and health
I can't wait 'til you the next man

I get uptight for love. You know I'll fight for love.
I might keep my wifey up all night for love.
And when the daylight comes I'll be seein' mad bums
With no shoes on their feet, plus nuttin' to eat.
I can't save the whole street, so I feel like I'm beat.
And why play the game when nuttin' goin' change?
The only change that's wanted is loose in my jeans.
I get rushed on every corner by a bum or a fiend.
Tryin' to keep my dean, I try to give to the poor.
Tryin' to get through this life and get through that door.
I'm all up in this mix for these final ticks,
Goin' all the way to seven and it's half past six.

CHORUS

I'll pray to God for love. I'll make jihad for love
And I just might pull your freakin' card for love
Make you sing, "Hey, love", like my man King Son
I freaked all the noise over all you toys
Better bring your boys, summon all your crew
No matter what you do, it's comin' back on you
It's like planet orbits, let your sponge absorb its
Logical conclusion. It's b-boy fusion.
And confusion say that he want control
Of your mentality, your body and your soul.
So if you lose your hope come and take my hand
And link up this chain, cause, money, that's the plan.
Tryin' to get through this maze, not to win this race,
We either ridin' on a horse or walkin' on our face.
So come take your place on the side of love
And swallow up ego and your pride for love

CHORUS

I can't wait 'til you the next man
I can't wait 'til you the next man