Tekster:
At Will

shall pass If we can lean on one another Better days will come at last Better days will come at last Better days will come at last Better days will come at

perfect wings Don't laugh at me I'm fat, I'm thin, I'm short, I'm tall I'm deaf, I'm blind, hey, aren't we all? Don't laugh at me, don't call me names

butt I leave that to the brothers with the funny haircuts And it'll drive you nuts, steal your beat and give it that gangsta touch Like jackin' at night

a ghetto 'cause it houses minorities The other color don't know you can run but not hide These are tales from the darkside You wanna free Africa, I stare at

They think I'm a star so I take advantage It's just another Ice Cube groupie test She's a hoe 'cause they knew her at the front desk Told her to meet me at

Party, I'm Going Back To The Hotel, Let Me Out Of This B**** Bro, Get The F*** Out Homies, F*** You Too!, Mother F***er!, OH!, Hey Where The F*** Is everybody at

in your eyes But will you love me tomorrow? Is this a lasting treasure Or just a moment's pleasure Can I believe the magic of your sighs Will you still

on one another Better days will come at last Better days will come my brother Though the wind blows hard from the rain The hope remains, it's all around Better days will

was a woman who was stronger You needed someone to depend on you I could not be her, I did not want to My first mistake was to smile at you Smile at you