A Dream .......... Common

Listen !!! .......... Talib Kweli

It's R Time .......... Jeannie Ortega

When The Shit Goes Down .......... Cypress Hill

Hip Hop Hooray .......... Naughty By Nature

Keep Ya Head Up .......... 2Pac

Code Of The Streets .......... Gang Starr

Rebirth Of Slick (Cool Like Dat) .......... Digable Planets

Officer .......... The Pharcyde

This Is How We Do It .......... Montell Jordan

Colors .......... Will.I.Am

Bus Ride .......... Will.I.Am

Riots .......... Mark Isham

Eva's Theme .......... Mark Isham

Anne Frank .......... Mark Isham

Passing Me By .......... The Pharcyde

I Have A Dream

(feat. Will.i.am)

[Chorus - Will.i.am and Martin Luther King]
(I am happy...I Have a Dream) I got a Dream
(That One Day ) We gonna work it out out out
(That One Day ) We gonna work it out out out
(That One Day ) We gonna work it out
(I Have a Dream) I got a Dream
(That One Day ) We gonna work it out out out
(That One Day ) We gonna work it out out out
(That One Day ) We gonna work it out
(I Have a Dream) I got a Dream
(That One Day) That one day
(That One Day) I'ma look deep within myself
(I Have a Dream) I gotta find a way...
My Dream Is To Be Free
My Dream Is To Be
My Dream Is To Be
My Dream Is To Be Free

[Verse 1]
In search of brighter days, I ride through the maze of the madness,
Struggle is my address, where pain and crack lives,
Gunshots comin' from sounds of Blackness,
Given this game with no time to practice,
Born on the Black list, told I'm below average,
A life with no cabbage,
That's no money if you from where I'm from,
Funny, I just want some of your sun,
Dark clouds seem to follow me,
Alcohol that my pops swallowed bottled me,
No apology, I walk with a boulder on my shoulder,
It's a Cold War - I'm a colder soldier,
Hold the same fight that made Martin Luther the King,
I ain't usin' it for the right thing,
In between Lean and the fiends, hustle and the schemes,
I put together pieces of a Dream
I still have one

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
The world's seen me lookin' in the mirror,
Images of me, gettin' much clearer,
Dear Self, I wrote a letter just to better my soul,
If I don't express it then forever I'll hold, inside
I'm from a side where we out of control,
Rap music in the 'hood played a fatherly role,
My story's like yours, yo it gotta be told,
Tryna make it from a gangsta to a godlier role,
Read scrolls and stow slaves,
And Jewish people in cold cage,
Hate has no color or age, flip the page,
Now my rage became freedom,
Writin' dreams in the dark, they far but I can see 'em,
I believe in Heaven more than Hell,
Blessings more than jail,
In the ghetto let love prevail,
With a story to tell, my eyes see the glory and well,
The world waitin' for me to yell "I Have a Dream"

[Chorus]

Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me your ear
Start repenting 'cause the ending is near
But don't panic, you can't function if you living in fear
Pay attention, you gotta listen to hear
Who the fuck you think you talkin' to?
Put you on hold, get a specialist to walk you through
Kweli, the flow captain of fast and slow rappin'
I'm so crackin', you ain't heard, your shit appear like closed captions
King of the bars and I'm goin' hard, pause
All my confidence comes from knowin' God's laws
Bangin' on the system, fightin' my kinda war
Loud as a whisper, quiet as a lion's roar

Get it now, get it fast, get it right
Get it big, get it live, get it done, get it tight
But you don't really hear me though
I spit it clearly so it's live out ya stereo
(Listen) to you heart while it's beatin' in your chest
Speakin' to execs and then see behind the desk
(Listen) to your spirit, nothin' weaker than the flesh

So while you try to keep it fresh you gettin' deeper into debt
Real hip hop is missing from the shelf
Yea, that's what you felt when you listen to yourself
Only a few is makings cuts that vintage
So before you spend your heard earned spinach

You love the sounds coming out your speaker
I spit rounds like a nine milimeter
The youth today, they frown at the teachers
They ain't down with no leaders
They don't wanna wait just a (minute) they like what, wait right there
I got reservoir dogs, you'll be missing a right ear
Get it clear, I figure it's my year
I'm everywhere, makin' appearances in niggaz nightmares
Hear the word, peep the flow, check the cadence
What you heard is a pro, I'm so amazin'
Don't front girl you know it's your favorite
New Kweli, yo they runnin' out of patience

(feat. N.O.R.E., Gemstar, Big Mato)

Ohhhhh come on Mami
Its R Time - Don't be shy, grab a guy and
Goooo
Move your body
Show 'em how it goes down when your Latinooo
Come on Mami
Its R Time - Don't be shy, grab a guy and
Goooo
Show 'em how it goes down
De ti nunca yo me olvidare
Ni de la forma que tu te mueves
Este reggaeton quiero bailario con usted
Me vuelve loco como ella se mueve
My time to step up in this world
This reggaeton wit Jeannie
La candela let it burn
So you could jump on this
Or you could stay wit that
But if you didn't know by now
Right here is where its at
So haters step aside
And watch how we gon ride
Ay bendito I'm sorry that you tired
But I'm a do my thing
I'm gonna cross the line
'Cuz we gon start this party
And we gonna get it right
Ooooh
Oooooooh
Oooooh
Ooooh Ooooh
Ooh
You see N.O.R.E. got part of the track so scream epal
You lookin' right in the crib and eat chuleta
Mami que linda she looks like a gringa
But she's 100% puertorriquena
Representado represent puertorriquena
Si te cojo te mojo N.O.R.E. el pollo loco
Crazy chickens busta tre-ocho
I'll hold down and stand by your side
Beef on your block I got niggaz to ride
You see I'll be there
Jeannie be there
Ahora aqui Mami I swear
Jeannie Ortega riding wit Noriega pause
Ay que buena
Pa you gon be screaming "Yo te quiero"
And when you bop your head to my flow
This shit's so crazy you gon want more
I be borriqua
So Papi ven dame tu gasolina
I keep it real wit you I'm not a diva
So shake you ass to this all night
No te preocupes que llego tu flaco
Esta noche quiero agarrate
Para darte lo que quiera
A mi me encanta coma bailas
La cintura como la mueves
De un diez le dio un nueve
A ella le encanta mi tigueraje
Y el tumbao que traje
Mami dame de eso un chingo
Contigo llgo hasta el fin
Aterrizamos en san juan en un bote pa' Quieesqueya
Lo parqueamos por la playa
Con la toalla en la arena
Lena a le candela

Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat
rollin around nine deuce cadillac
still got my homies to watch my back
and they'll smoke ya ass if ya wanna come chat
thats why some pigs an tha kids come sweatin they follow
a hollow point shell's hard ta swallow
why wallow when ya come ta roll on i put tha clip an dust
bring ya ass on,kickin dust on ya head as tha gatt busts
my grip surronded im about ta get rushed i brushed wit death
how many shells stuffed in my closet???

when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down)
when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down)
when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down)
when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (ya better be ready)

i told tha boyz get tha sawed off glock and tha rest of tha gats
as i strapped on tha bullet-proof vest
BOOM i think i got one to tha chest
hot damn I didn't want to kill a man shit
i still stand tall with tha hill clan ya'll better stand back
niggaz bout ta fall I'm comin out blastin like yosemite
sam get tha cheese an tha bread for tha ham

when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down)
when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down)
when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down)
when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (ya better be ready)

(vinnie)

You drew a picture of my morning
But you couldnt make my day, hey!
Im rockin and youre yawning
But you never look my way, hey!
Im lickin down you darlin
In every single way, hey!
Your funny flow is foreign
And a green cards on the way!

(treach)

This aint got shit to do wit shampoo
But watch your head n shoulders brother older bold enough to fold ya
Yo I told ya a raid afraid of what I made
Plus played a funky fit so save ya flips
Plus tricks for that music plus the monkey bit.

(vinnie)

Triggas from the grilltown illtown
Some ask how it feels
How the deal is that were real so were still around
Dont lamp wit a freestyle phantom aint tryin to be handsome
Shrinkin what ya thinkin cause Im vampin

Chorus:

I live and die for hip hop
This is hip hop for today
I give props to hip hop so hip hop hooray...
Ho...hey...ho

(treach)

You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo ground
Being low down I do the showdown wit any little ho round, no!
I wanna know who youre believing through youre funny reasons
Even when Im sleeping you think Im cheatin
You said I know youre mr. o.p.p. man yo pp man wont only see me man
You shouldve known that I was wit if a bit when I aint hit it
And step not to consider the rep heck!
I did your partner cause shes hot as a baker cause Im naughty by nature
Not cause I hate cha!
You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart
Even though I forgave ya when you had a spark.

You try to act like something really big is missing
Even though my names graffiti written on your kitten
I love black women always and disrespect aint the way
Lets start a family today hip hop hooray...ho...hey!

Hip hop hip hip hop hip hip hop hooray!
Theres many hungry hip hoppers one reason hip hops
Hip top today swerve what cha heard
Cause I aint bailing no hey aint choppin no crops
But still grownin ever day!

(vinnie)

Heres a thunder sound from the wonders found
From the underground town down the hill
Feel how illtown drown smiles to frowns
Snatchin crowns from clowns beat downs are found
Dont know me dont come around.

Tippy tippy (pause)
Tippy tippy (pause)
Sometimes creepin up I eat em up
Your style is older than lou rawls!
Peace to this one and that one and them
That way I shout out and I didnt miss one friend
Fools get foolish neither them or parker lewis knew us
You could have crews wit shoes and cant step to us
Some kitty purr I call em sir too
Any trick that diss gets a curfew
I put my projects for boots step through troops and leave proof
My problem solvers name is mook!
I hittin woodys in a hoody
Peace to jesette, jobete, jo-jo, genae, and every hood gee!
Thats right my fight is ill
Peace goes to l.o.n.s. and quest, nice & smooth & cypress hill
I live and die for hip hop
This is hip hop of today
I give props to hip hop so hip hop hooray...ho...hey...ho!

Smooth it out now!

Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little boy named kerim

[Verse One:]

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care
And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
Cause sista you don't need him
And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up

[Chorus]

Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier
ooooo child things are
get brighter [2x]

[Verse Two:]

Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me
He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough
And though we had it rough, we always had enough
I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
And I realize momma really paid the price
She nearly gave her life, to raise me right
And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen
I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent
And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen
I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind
Last night my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity
It seems tha rain'll never let up
I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up
You know it's funny when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor
Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is
it ain't no hope for tha future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby
We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup
And even though you're fed up
Huh, ya got to keep your head up

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

And uhh
To all the ladies havin babies on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if somebody else want em
Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son
wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo'
You can't complain you was dealt this
hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless
Because there's too many things for you to deal with
Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless
While da tears, is rollin down your cheeks
Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week
Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me
I was given this world I didn't make it
And now my son's getten older and older and cold
From havin the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is drivin Benz
I'm still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but
please... you got to keep your head up

Take this for example young brothers want rep
Cause in the life they're living, you can't half step
It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun
And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son
So let's get a car, you know, a fly whip
Get a dent, pull a screwdriver, and be off quick
With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew
We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too
Even a jeep or a van, goddamn, we're getting ours, yo
Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so
It doesn't matter if the cops be scoping
They can't do jack, that's why a young brother's open
To do anything, anywhere, anyplace
Buckwild in another court case
It's the code of the streets

They might say we're a menace to society
But at the same time I say "Why is it me?"
Am I the target, for destruction?
What about the system, and total corruption?
I can't work at no fast-food joint
I got some talent, so don't you get my point?
I'll organize some brothers and get some crazy loot
Selling D-R-U-G-S and clocking dollars, troop
Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine
I gotta have it so I can leave behind
The mad poverty, never having always needing
If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding
I gotta get mine, I can't take no shorts
And while I'm selling, here's a flash report
Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low
Here's the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show?
You gotta be a pro, do what you know
When you're dealing with the code of the streets

Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be weilding
Got the tec one dealing, let me express my feelings
Guru has never been one to play a big shot
It's just the styles I got that keep my mic hot
Anf fuck turning my back to the street scene
It gives me energy, so Imma keep fiends
Coming, just to get what I'm selling
Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon
So keep abreast to the GangStarr conquest
Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect
I've never been afraid to let loose my speech
My brothers know I kick the code of the streets

(Butterfly)
we like the breeze floats straight out of our lids
them they got moved by these hard rock brooklyn kids
us floor rush when the dj's boomin classics
you dig the crew on the fattest hip hop record
he touch the kinks and sinks into the sounds
she frequents the fatter joints called undergrounds
our funk zooms like you hit the mary jane
they flock to booms man boogie had to change
who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion
where kinky hair goes to unthought of dimensions
why's it so fly cause hip hop kept some drama
when butterfly rock the light blue suede pumas
what by the cut we push it off the corner
how was the buzz entire hip hop era
was fresh and fat since they started sayin outtie
cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie
the puba of the styles like miles and shit
like sixties funky worms wit waves and perms
just sendin chunky rhythms right down your block
we be to rap what key be to lock

but i'm cool like dat
i'm cool like dat
i'm cool like dat
i'm cool like dat
i'm cool like dat
i'm cool like dat
i'm cool like dat
i'm cool

(Ladybug)
we be the chocolates taps on my raps
she innovates at the sweeter cat naps
he at the funk club with the vibrate
them they be crazy down with the five nate
it can kick a plan then a crowst burst
me i be diggin it with the bug verse
us we be freakin till dawn beats and i
he yes a stranger smile so i say hi (wassup)
who understood, yeah, understood the plans?
him heard a beat and put it to his hands
what i just flip let borders get loose
how to consume all the beats just like juice
if its the shit we'll lift it off the plastic
the babe'll go spastic
hip hop gains a classic
pimp player shark it don't matter i'm fatter
ask butter how i zone

(Butterfly)
man, cleopatra jones

(Ladybug)
and i'm chill like dat
i'm chill like dat
i'm chill like dat
i'm chill like dat
i'm chill like dat
i'm chill like dat
i'm chill like dat
i'm chill (chill)

(All)
blink, blink, blink, blink, blink
think, think, think, think, think

(Doodlebug)
we get you free cause the clips be fat boss
them dug the jams that commence to goin off
she sweats the beats and ask me could she puff it
me i got crew kid, seven and a crescent
us cause a buzz when the nickel bags a dealt
him that's my man with the asteroid belt
they catch a fizz from the mr. doodlebig
he rocks a tee from the crooklyn nine pigs
rebirth of slick like my gangster stroll
the lyrics just like loot come in stacks and rolls
you used to find the bug in a box with fade
now he boogies up your stage plaits twist the braids

and i'm peace like that
i'm peace like that
i'm peace like that
i'm peace like that
i'm peace like that
i'm peace like that
i'm peace like that
i'm pace

(Butterfly)
check it out, man i groove like that
i'm smooth like that
i jive like that
i roll like that

(Ladybug)
yeah, i'm thick like that
i stack like that
i'm down like that
i'm black like that

(Doodlebug)
well yo, i funk like that
i'm fat like that
i'm in like that
cause i swing like that

(Butterfly)
we jazz like that
we freak like that
we zoom like that
we out (we out)

Yo fatlip man
Yo man they tryin to run a 5-0 move on us man
Yo man
You got to tell the suckers whats up boy
Yeah ha-ha

I got a letter from the dmv
The other day
I opened and read it
It said they were suckers
They tried to tell me that my license was suspended
I got offended
For a minute then pretended
That I never even got the damn letter
Its nine oclock
On the dot
So I think Id better
Scoot off to school
cause in class theres a test
I gotta dress fast
Grab my glasses and my vest
Oh damn
As hardheaded as I am
Hopped in my hootie ride
Pumped up the jam
Put it in reverse
Into first
And disperse and
From that very moment on my day got worse

As I was standing in the street
I suddenly seen the smoke
I know that dereks on his way
I ran to get my coat
And a bag from the room
It took a minute, boom
Hopped into the car
We drove away in a zoom
I assume doom
As we were drivin on the gravel
At any given minute we could have a shortened travel
So I ramble
About my life (is thats a) shambles
Shoulda took the bus
A bus without the (silence horses)
Oh nice
I wish we had good bikes
We need to exercise
Maybe we could take a hike
An you could give sheri back those car keys
Because everywhere I walk I would not have to say please

Please
Dont pull me over mr. officer
Dont pull me over mr. officer please
(x4)

Away
To our destination
No license no insurance
Not even registration
Tags on the plate say december 82
Cars so dirty it looks gray
But its really blue
Who would
Think were up to good
Four black niggas ridin through the neighborhood
In hats and glasses
Makin funny passes
Like drivin slowly
Playin low-key for asses
Knowin damn well one shine will harrass us
And all the while
We see girls jog
Sheris little car is pourin out smog
Then we made a right and I spotted one in tights [ooh]
[yo baby whats up, pull over]

[you live with your homeboys? ...yeah I live with my
Homeboys...thats where youre takin me to your house
Where your homeboys are? ...i mean but theyre not
Home...you aint got your own crib? ...naw I aint got...]
[5-0 man, 5-0]

Lights, action
Without the camera
Side-greens and high beams
Two to a tee
The blue coat billy goats are crowdin up my rearview
Hot on the trail of an innocent being
My heartbeat is racin at a pace so fast
Im wishin that the coppers would get off my ass
My tail, cant go to jail cause its wack
What would happen to my girl and my record contract
Yo fellas [what]
Take off the baseball caps
Word up I heard that the nerves get tapped
And throw on the glasses and give up the (tees)
Oh please dont pull me over officer please
Im discomboberated [what]
Discomboberated [what]
Discomboberated malfunctionated faded
F-a-d-e-d
I cant believe its me
Oh please
Oh please
Oh please
Oh please
Oh

Please
Dont pull me over mr. officer
Dont pull me over mr. officer please
(x4)

[you dont have a license, you have a warrant, you have
Ninety parking tickets we have to take you in uh...give me
A break, shit man I didnt do nothin man...ok so, so
Nobody has a license? ok uh,...howre you gonna accuse
Me of doin something dude...yeah you guys are definitely
Goin to jail here, ok lets get that impound truck uh right
Over here um...were getting pulled over were going to
Jail]

This is how we do it
La ra ra ra ra ra...

This is how we do it.
Its friday night, and I feel all right
The party is here on the west side
So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up
Designated driver take the keys to my truck
Hit the shore cause Im faded
Honeys in the street say, monty, yo we made it!
It feels so good in my hood tonight
The summertime skirts and the guys in kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your hands up
And let me hear the party say

1- Im kinda buzzed and its all because
(this is how we do it)
South central does it like nobody does
(this is how we do it)
To all my neighbors you got much flavor
(this is how we do it)
Lets flip the track, bring the old school back
(this is how we do it)

This is how we do it, all hands are in the air
And wave them from here to there
If youre an o.g. mack or a wanna-be player
You see the hoods been good to me
Ever since I was a lower-case g
But now Im a big g. the girls see I got the money
A hundred-dollar bills yall

If you were from where Im from then you would know
That I gotta get mine in a big black truck
You can get yours in a 64

Whatever it is, the partys underway
So tip up your cup and throw your hands up
And let me hear the party say
(repeat 1...)

Im kinda buzzed and its all because
(this is how we do it)
South central does it like nobody does
(this is how we do it)
Ynv, scc, all my homies
(this is how we do it)
Ill never come wack on an old school track

Rap:

Check it out!
Once upon a time in 94
Montell made no money and life sure was slow
All they said was 68 he stood
And people thought the music that he made was good
There lived a d.j. and paul was his name
He came up to monty, this is what he said
You and og are gonna make some cash
Sell a million records and well make in a dash

(repeat 1, ad lib to fade...)

Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag
When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher cause I knew Id get a kiss
Always got mad when the class was dismissed
But when it was in session, I always had a question
I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and
Help me with my problem, it was never much
Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch
Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug
She was married to the man, he was a thug,
His name was lee, he drove a z,
Hed pick her up from school promptly at three oclock
I was on her jock, yes indeedy I wrote graffiti on the bus
First Id write her name then carve a plus,
With my name last, on the looking glass,
I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass

She keeps on passin me by...

When I dream of fairytales I think of me and shelly
See shes my type of hype and I cant stand when brothers tell me
That I should quit chasin and look for something better
But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter
I havent gone as far as asking if I could get with her
I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture
Im shootin for her heart, got my finger on the trigger
She could be my broad, and I could be her (nigga)
But, all I can do is stare...
Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare
Now shes more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated
Not at all over-rated, I think I need a prayer
To get in her boots and it looks rather dry
I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye
Although shes crazy steppin, Ill try to stop her stride
Cause I wont have no more of this passin me by

And I must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didnt have me
Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie
She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan
Dude, she looked good, down side: she had a man
He was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop
She told me soon your little birdies gonna fly the coop
She was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand
By lettin her pass I had proved to be a better man

She keeps on passin me by...

Now there she goes again, the dopest ethiopian
And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion
When-ever she happens to walk by - why does the apple of my eye
Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?
Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;
And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existance
From a distance I desired, secretly admired her;
Wired her a letter to get her, and it went:
My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well
Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you
When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp
Damn I wish I wasnt such a wimp!
cause then I would let you know that I love you so
And if I was your man then I would be true
The only lying I would do is in the bed with you
Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, ps love me tender
The letter came back three days later: return to sender
Damn!

She keeps on passin me by...