is a man's world, this is a man's world But it wouldn't be nothing without a woman or a girl You know, man made a car to take us over the road Man made
and it's all on the same street. Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings. Dallas, got a soft machine
the men like a puppet show It ain't me It's the people that say Men are leading the women astray But I say, it's the women today Smarter than the man
But when it dies a part of you dies too. Born, born, born upon the world the restless heart keeps flying, Trying to become the heart of home. Love, love, love, it
turn my head, man Somebody's schemin' on a bad plan Tryin' to deal a nigga a bad hand One after the other, harassin' a thugsta At first they try to bring
breakdown, it's all the same Havin a nervous breakdown, draw you insane It's just pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain Another man's loss, another man's
with a tongue that's terroristic We'll lift it, then shift it, brandish the biscuit, finish you nitwit Cancel Christmas, won't stop this slick shit It's workin' It's
keepin it even, and even my reason for breathin is ceasin', Sleetin in a danger, my nose when I'm readin, it's bleedin on paper, It's bleedin on paper
the whole world began to ring Lost like a bell that's tipping over With two cracks along both sides And I knew the world was over so I took a look outside
Peace Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy, But if it is a demonstration of sexual exclusivity it is a sham. Aren't we seeking to destroy
a regicide. . . If you assassinate Reagan, please Do it in a manner that's neat, Just tie him to a cruise missile And aim it at Ten Downing Street. This
: It's just me agains't the world FlipBoy: It's me agaisn't the world with 2Pac: Nothing to lose, it's just me agains't the world baby FlipBoy: It's me
the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all That Jazz [Announcer
I just take rips From a pipe, [Incomprehensible] a bong, yes I smoke 'Cause it feels damn good when it lingers in my lungs I'm a ganja man, I like a
man's life he was chiselin' Yeah, a good man's life he was chiselin' Reflecting on the Viet-Cong Uncle John's Band and a Dylan song Smellin' like it's
COALHOUSES'S MEN), YOUNGER BROTHER It's an eye for an eye-- Call it justice, friend HARLEM WOMEN, SARAH'S FRIEND People's lives for a car ain't justice
it's all the same Havin a nervous breakdown, draw you insane It's just pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain Another man's loss, another man's gain Stay
