on Christmas Eve Okay, okay It was a night before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse The stockin's was
what's in my safe, safe My dawgs couldn't tell if I looked like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky It was televised, there's been an accident like Geico They thought I was
to make some sense Trying to make some sense You were just seventeen But your laughter was mild You liked my dreams, you thought I was wild Is there
me with self righteousness You won't be there to cry with me, You won't be there to bleed with me, You won't be there to rise with me; You won't be there
is baby Nine kids in the yard it was kinda crazy Still no kids thus far myself I?m scared of the pain I might not do well as a mom Still the work gets
One day shy of eight years old Grandma passed away I was a broken hearted little boy Blowing out that birthday cake How I cried when the sky let go With
date My boss says, "No dice, son You gotta work late" Sometimes I wonder What I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure For the summertime blues Oh, well my Mom
She grew up with the children of the stars In the Hollywood hills, in the Boulevard Her parents threw big parties, everyone was there They hung out with
well, officer" I almost had a heart attack that day Come to find out the girl was a twelve-year-old runaway I was arrested, the car was impounded There was
moment Would you capture it? Or just let it slip, yo His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
learned to never underestimate the impossible Then there was my junior year, Billy had a brand new car It was late, the road was wet I guess the curve was
, my little town Coming home after school Flying my bike past the gates Of the factories My mom doing the laundry Hanging our shirts in the dirty breeze And after it rains, there
drop them panties to the floor, let's get to camcordin' Damn shorty, I told you this was bound to happen Soon as you wrote your number on a napkin I was
and Rock N Roll High Blondie brought out "Heart Of Glass" And mom and dad bought their first house. In 1979 It was a good, good year. It was a good,
was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean I knew, all that I'd seen had meant somethin Learned early, to fear none little Nas was huntin Livin carefree
bag And tossed it in the river below Thanks for the help Down here on Earth A thousand prayers, a million words But one voice was heard One voice was heard One voice was
a bag and I ducked down below Well, the boss got angry when he found out I didn't call the police I guess I was kinda nervous, there was a warrant out
come back, come back she cried i walked out, i walked out, i walked out down the drain of something else, i was in it so silly, so unfair, she stayed standing there