Good morning America, good morning to Erica Who gave me good head while watching good morning America And good day New York, have a good day in court
I'm sure it exists, It just takes a while to travel From your head to your fist. I can't understand, What makes a man, Hate another man, Help me understand
go gold man It's a lot of good music coming out the south And a lot of non-sense coming out the south But I can't blame no artist I blame corporate america
which is known and very visible but perhaps not acknowledged as much as it should be. It is that one where a new idea or an old one in new form, is accepted
broken up by responsibilities and such Sometimes this era mentally I reconstruct High school I came out it Cats with clout at graduation got they name shouted Go to Great America
me tell you It all started back in 1957 When ole Walt Disney took him by surprise That?s the day Old Yeller died Well, that twelve year old became a man
got hood degrees Plus I'm street like powder, milk, and government cheese If you a runnin' man nigga, then I'ma shoot up your knees Then it's me against the world, man
briefcase belonging to one mortal man who might be able to stop all of this senseless destruction and save america herself. an Sorry to disappoint some
and naughty jimbo Can't get enough of it Perhaps it's their idea Of an affirmative action plan To give white trash a 'special break'; Well, they took
in detox myself One man army, took out Reeboks myself *** in my khakis, gotta watch my health I'm so hard, *** quick draw *** Like the old me, 17, sippin
nothing You can't pay me to join an army camp Or any other motherfuckin' military branch Of this united goddman states of this bitch america Be a soldier
But the ocean said that he was not And brushed a wave against his feet And when the young man didn't stir But lay quite still instead The sailor took
rocking in his front-porch swing That old tin badge is tarnished now You know it was just a young man's dream And old man's tales are hard to reach When
fifties Learned to dance to the beat of rock and roll Television was my friend, I Love Lucy, Rin Tin Tin Kissed my first girl when I was 10 years old Took
up, They said he died 'cause hip hop sucks. Ain't got no soul like a old pair of chups, It's about time that somebody stepped up [Chorus:] And the man
[Consequence] Good morning America, good morning to Erica Who gave me good head while watching good morning America And good day New York, have a good