Sunburn

The sky was dark this morning,
Not a bird in the trees,
And silence hung suspicious and anxious,
Like a blanket covered scream.

You were gone,
You were not there for me,
And I cursed the sky.

And begged the sun to fall all over me,
This life's not for living if living ain't free,
If I can't find my way back to me,
Let the sun fall down over me.

Let the sun fall down...

All my friends are searching quiet desperately,
Look into their eyes you'll see the faithless,
Crying save me, save me, save me.

What are they to feel?
Who are they to be?
What am I to do with,
Do with me?

Just let the sun fall over me,
This life's not living if living ain't free,
If I can't find my way back to me,
Let the sun fall down over me.

Let the sun fall down,
Till my eyes cry out,
Till my head is free from doubt,
Till my lungs sigh right out,
Till I'm wiser.

Let the sun fall over me,
This life's not living if living ain't free,
If I can't find my way back to me,
Let the sun fall down.

Let the sun fall over me,
This life's not living if living ain't free,
If I can't find my way back to me,
Let the sun fall down over me,
Let the sun fall down over me,
Let the sun fall down over me,
Let the sun fall down over me.

Freak Of The Week

I spend alot on the clothes that I got,
Cause all the geeks that I meet,
They all look coller than me,
But what to do when they're all looking at you,
Cause you're the freak of the weak,
Cause you're on the TV.

Can you make me a promise,
Stop it before we begin?
Would you hold onto my head,
If I ever loose it again?

I gotta a shrink,
I swear he's Elvis I think,
He wears the coolest suade shoes,
When I come in with the blues,
He thinks it's all about culture and art,
But the truth of it is that it rips me apart.

Can you make me a promise,
Stop it before we begin?
Would you hold onto my head,
If I ever loose it again?

Tell me I sold out...
Tell me I sold out go ahead.

Tell me I sold out...
Tell me I sold out go ahead.

Tell me I sold out...
I spend alot on all the clothes that I got,
Cause all the geeks that I meet,
They all look cooler than me,
Tell me I sold out go ahead.

Tell me I sold out...
But what to do when they're all looking at you,
Cause you're the freak of the weak,
Tell me I sold...

Can you make me a promise,
Stop it before I begin?
Will you hold on to my head,
If I ever loose it again?

Can yo make me a promise,
Stop it before we begin,
Will you hold on to my head,
If I ever loose it again?

Tell me I sold out...
Tell me I sold out go ahead.

Tell me I sold out...
Tell me I sold out go ahead.

Tell me I sold out...
Can you make me a promise,
Stop this before I begin?

Tell me I sold out go ahead,
Would you hold on to my head,
If I ever loose it again?

Tell me I sold out...
Can you make me a promise,
Stop it before I begin?

Tell me I sold out go ahead,
Would you hold onto my head,
If I ever loose it again?

Slippin'

written by Earl Simmons, DJ Shok, & Grover Washington JR

"See to live is to suffer/to survive. Well that's to find meaning in the suffering."

I'm slipping/falling I can't get up,
I'm slipping/falling I can't get up,
I'm slipping/falling I gotta get up,
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up.

I'm slipping/falling I can't get up,
I'm slipping/falling I can't get up,
I'm slipping/falling I gotta get up,
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up.

I've been through mad different phases like mazes,
To find my way and now I know,
That happy days are not far away,
If I'm strong enough I'll live long enough to see my kids,
Doing something more constructive with their time than bids.

I know because I been there now I'm in there,
Sit back and look at what it took for me to get there,
First came the bullshit/the drama with my Mama,
She got on some fly shit so I split,
And said that I'm a be that seed,
That doesn't need much to succeed,
Strapped with mad greed and a heart that doesn't bleed.

I'm ready for the world or at least I thought I was,
Bagging Niggaz when I caught a buzz,
Not thinking about how short I was,
Going too fast it wouldn't last but yo I couldn't tell,
Group homes and institutions prepared my ass for jail,
They put me in a situation forcing me to be a Man,
When I was just don't understand without a helping hand.

Damn was it my fault, something I did,
to make a father leave his first kid at 7 doing my first bid?
Back on the scene at 14 with a scheme,
To get more C.R.E.A.M. than I'd ever seen in a dream,
And by all means I will be living high off the hog,
And I never gave a fuck about much but my Dogg,
That's my only motha fucka I had offered my last,
Just another little Nigga headed nowhere fast.

I'm slipping/falling I can't get up,
I'm slipping/falling I can't get up,
I'm slipping/falling I gotta get up,
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up.

I'm slipping/falling I can't get up,
I'm slipping/falling I can't get up,
I'm slipping/falling I gotta get up,
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up.

That ain't the half shit get's worse as I get older,
Actions become bolder heart got colder,
Chip on my shoulder that I dared a Nigga to touch,
Didn't need a click cause I scared a Nigga that much.

One deep went to gids starting shit for kicks,
Catching vicks/throwing bricks/getting by being slick,
Used to get high just to get by,
Used to have to puff Myel in the morning before I get fly,
I ate something a couple of 40's made me hate something,
I did some coke now I'm ready to take something.

3 years later showing signs of stress,
Didn't keep my hair cut or give a fuck how I dressed,
I'm possessed by the darker side living the cruddy life,
Shit like this kept a Nigga with a bloody knife,
Wanna make records but I'm fucking up,
I'm slipping I'm falling and I can't get up.

I'm slipping/falling I can't get up,
I'm slipping/falling I can't get up,
I'm slipping/falling I gotta get up,
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up.

I'm slipping/falling I can't get up,
I'm slipping/falling I can't get up,
I'm slipping/falling I gotta get up,
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up.

Wasn't long before I hit rock bottom,
Niggaz talking shit like damn,
Look how that rock got him,
Open like a window no more Indo,
Look at a video saying to myself,
That could've been your ass on the TV.

Believe me it could be done something's gotta give,
It's got to change cause I've got a Son,
I've got to do the right thing for Shorty,
And that means no more getting high/drinking 40's,
So I get back looking type slick again.

Fake Niggaz jump back on my dick again,
Nothing but love for those that know how it feel,
And much respect to all my Niggaz that kept it real,
Kept a Nigga strong kept a Nigga from doing wrong,
Niggaz know who they is and this is your fucking song,
And to my Boo who stuck with a Nigga too,
All the bullshit you'll get yours because it's due.

I'm slipping/falling I can't get up,
I'm slipping/falling I can't get up,
I'm slipping/falling I gotta get up,
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up.

I'm slipping/falling I can't get up,
I'm slipping/falling I can't get up,
I'm slipping/falling I gotta get up,
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up.

"This is from the heart Baby. Don't get it twisted! Ha!! X baby!!!"