But it sure went fast

[CHORUS]

Seven years sure have flown by
I got no more tears and they are left to cry
When I did my sugar bad
I lost the best thing I ever had
And now I'm out here on my own
Lord, won't you please bring my baby home

[CHORUS (X2)]

Bring my baby home...

"Next Man"

Haha
'And there, but for the grace of God, go I'
It's kinda neat

I wonder what it means

I rock a jam for love
I quit my band for love
I'll smack the 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 sell your soul
Now you're fearin' your death
Sniffin' crystal meth 'till there ain't none left
But, rock bottom hurts when you hit it
You start to reflect on all the friends you shitted
You probably won't admit it
So you start to sink lower
You're caught in the flood
And you're tryin' to find Noah
If you hungry and your 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 (X2)]
I see everybody out here 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 'till 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 be seein' mad bums
With no shoes on their feet
Plus nothin' to eat
I can't save the whole street
So I feel like I'm beat
And why play the game when nothin' goin' to 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 tics
Goin' all the way to seven

And it's half past six

[CHORUS (X2)]

I 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 freak the art noise
Over all you toys
Better bring your boys
Summon all your crew
No matter what you do
It's comin' back on you
Just like a planet orbits
Let your sponge absorb it
It's 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 whole
Come and take my hand
And link up this jam
'Cause money that's the plan
Tryin' to get through this maze
Not to win this race
We either ridin' on our horse
Or walkin' on our face
So come take your place on the side of love
And swallow up your ego and your pride for love

[CHORUS (X2)]

Can't wait 'till you the next man
Can't wait 'till you the next man...

"Whitey"

(Whitey, Whitey)...It's my love
Punk rock the scar, disco to blues
Yo, my blue seude shoes got stepped on
Slept on, the style that I hustle
You wanna flex then punk make a muscle
I'm (Whitey, Whitey)...Yeah, that's right
Some of y'all kiddies wanna act uptight
Comin' to the party tryin' to spark up fights
I'm puttin' out lights, boy, 'cause I'm (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)
I'm whiter than crack, I'm harder than drugs
I'm smarter than thugs, I'm hotter than slugs
I'm faster than sound, I came to get down, boy, don't fuck around
You'll catch a beat down it's comin' from

(Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)

What, you thought I stopped rhymin' 'cause I started signin'
Pickin' on a six-string, wrist bling blingin'
Name's bell ringin' from coast to coast
You're rollin' with the one that rocks the most
I'm (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)
Official like referees, fuck with me put your egos in jeapordy
Threats to the right, amigos to the left of me
Part of me's hellish, part of me's heavenly (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)
Boy, that's my name, I don't do it for the wealth, I don't do it for the fame
I do it for the health and I do it for the spirit
Don't speak the lyric if you can't hear it (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)
If it ain't from the heart than it can't be art
If you ain't got proof than it can't be truth
If it ain't got legs than it can not run
If it ain't never started than it can't be done
I'm (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey..

"Black Jesus"

They call me white Devil, black Jesus
Heaven closes, Hell freezes
Ego's trippin', scripts keep flippin'
Bloods keep bloodin', Crips keep crippin'
Time keeps slippin' and I keep fallin'
I can't see but I hear them callin', ballers ballin'
Players playin', haters fightin', righteous prayin'
Don't forget Manhattan keep makin', Brooklyn keep takin'
Shook ones keep shakin', no time for fakin'
Know what I mean, I ain't choppin' no bars just risin' like cream
If you diggin' the scene, you feelin' the vibe
Throw your hands in the air, scream are you alive

"Black Jesus"

They call me white Devil, black Jesus
Heaven closes, Hell freezes
Ego's trippin', scripts keep flippin'
Bloods keep bloodin', Crips keep crippin'
Time keeps slippin' and I keep fallin'
I can't see but I hear them callin', ballers ballin'
Players playin', haters fightin', righteous prayin'
Don't forget Manhattan keep makin', Brooklyn keep takin'
Shook ones keep shakin', no time for fakin'
Know what I mean, I ain't choppin' no bars just risin' like cream
If you diggin' the scene, you feelin' the vibe
Throw your hands in the air, scream are you alive