the same Can't control how I feel Sometimes it's hard to keep it real You see the luxuries in life, with the fortune and fame Like them Cadillacs with
real? Blood spills, gun kill, the sun still rise Above me, trust me, it must be, morning time Wake up, the stake's up Everybody want the cake up, to break up with
who struggle, from day to day we all hustle Comin home with sore muscles, and scarred faces Scuffed knuckles, we all share the same trouble Seperated
But what about the daughter of the woman cleanin? their house Wasn?t she a child they were singin? about? And if Jesus loves us black and white skin
done found a way out Skin getting clearer and it feel like I lost weight Stop and say a prayer for the times I lost faith Troubles of the world had me
SC's Never flaunt, now motherfuckers come test me Burnin' everybody hotter than torches at Jamaican parties Far from angels, niggas can't see me like
me, to squeeze me I still have pictures but all they do is tease me I see my therapist, he only tells me I'm in trouble I want my baby back, so now I
called the Rio Grande I raced my horse with the Spaniards bold 'Til I got me a skinful of silver and gold Me and a gambler, we couldn't agree We got
Yo, I was born with a rusty spoon as a mouthpiece Life was hard, got the graves as my company Hang with my problems just as trouble predicted To cross
was right, the pigology of self Pink skin terror and wealth, just hogging shit up for self Rolled up on a pig named swine A brown skinned pig convinced
had a gun with you I got pistols You know cookin utensils That shit that'll make your skin bubble Fuckin with these plague niggaz You gotsta know you in trouble [Chorus] Trouble
for this perfect day Got me thinking 'bout a perfect day My perfect day, no work today Got me thinking 'bout the breeze When the sun get hot on a water With
to kill, that's why they keep me concealed Under car seats they sneak me in clubs Been in the hands of mad thugs They feed me when they load me with
Yo, its me, Tobymac and I dont meanto trouble you Im feelin fresher than a night at the W You probably sayin you be hearin quite enough of you With God
Yo, its me, Tobymac and I dont meanto trouble you Im feelin fresher than a night at the W You probably sayin you be hearin quite enough of you With
my mind again Like bumblebees, they sworm at me They like the sky, they squint our eyes To waterfalls, begin the talks Unshift the skin to freeze the spell It comforts me
reprimanded In the blackest cell on A block He hanged himself at dawn With a note stuck to the bunk head 'Don't mess with me, just take me home' Come
If he's anything like me I can see him right now, knees all skinned up With a magnifying glass tryin' to melt a Tonka truck Won't he be a sight with