I grew up in New York City Since I was born on Broadway, baby Moved downtown when I was just nineteen To start a new life on the New York scene There
They call me white Devil, black Jesus Heaven closes, Hell freezes Ego's trippin', scripts keep flippin' Bloods keep bloodin', Crips keep crippin' Time
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is Black and yellow
(Yeah, Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ark) Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah-ah-ah Yeah-ah-ah Yeah-ah-ah Yeah-ah-ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Seven a.m., waking up in
(Angie Martinez): It's funny 'cause, you know, we've been asking people what they wanted to know. I mean, clearly, you've been having this thing with
Black star, black star Forever you will be A shining star, shining star Be whatever you can be A rock star, rock star You will always be A black star
I had the time of my life And I never felt this way before And I swear this is true And I owe it all to you Oh, I had the time of my life And I never
I wanted love, I needed love Most of all, most of all Someone said true love was dead And I'm bound to fall, bound to fall for you Oh, what can I do?
He found all hands against his own Found all eyes were looking down And the sun had left and gone All his friends could not be found Don?t talk about
Where?d you get those fancy clothes? Where?d you get those, goodness knows? Just show some civility Act nice, act nice and gentle to me I don?t need
What's behind, Your black door? I wanna know, I wanna know, yeah, May take a week, honey, It may take more, I wanna know, I wanna know, Ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh
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I'm on an airplane Close to sea Going nowhere I wanna be Distant lands Don't know who I am Eyes are heavy Mind is shook Can't feel Drugs I took Distant
Well I hate to leave you, hate to put you down But that way you love darling, no I'm Brooklyn bound I ain't got no money, no house on that hill But that
What about the night makes you change Oh from sweet to deranged What about my voice tells you Who's been wrong to you, yeah You've got pains like an
An innocent child in New Orleans A simple girl from simple means Walked the rails, rode her thumb She hitched a ride with everyone The regular She'd
But there is one voice that has never been heard before, The voice of old Mr. World himself, The way he might sound if he could speak to us in our own
