leave me, a little at a time For my benefit try to cry a little bit A little at a time, a little at a time, a little at a time, a little at a time
a mother always awaiting you at home Ten years later to this village Came a stranger no one knew His steps were halt and ragged clothes he wore The little children laughed at
rhythm Make them all wanna flame up Strike a match to a lighter A message to a young ridah, on the sight of Pimp poetry I make you lighter than a feather
've been duggin' and divin', just runnin' scared Like you committed a crime, and I'm the fed Calm motherfucker over the phone But a scary motherfucker when it's time
the haters everyday? [K] Why must I got the glock nine? [F] Why we gotta deal with these haters everyday? [K] Time after time after time, time after time
, Drex Luthor [unverified] Then pull pens to report to zoopers? I'm a 6-4 rap, 44 mag calicos and mass, double bags caught cash Wid cash on cash dub
on my neck, three blister and on my dick-end Clock tickin', sickin' and stickin' these rhymes inside of a beat When really nobody's listen White trash, Johnny No-Cash
This time they promised him a Grammy, he turned his Cadillac around 'Cause Mr. Phillips never blew enough hot air To need a little gold plated paperweight He promised him a
last beer We saw the world and the world seemed smaller We're getin' wider but not gettin' no taller I know we've grown up just a little at a time
, three", said "I started with Lester back in '72 All I wanted to be was a little different like him and you" He said "Whoa now, it just takes a little
, see a little me in yoi?? dad Ii??m the same little boy that used to play up on Degrassi he can pocket twenty thousand to be anywhere they ask, me Cash
could son you, see a little me in yo' dad I'm the same yellow boy that used to play up on Degrassi Can pocket twenty thousand to be anywhere they ask me "Cash" like Johnny
Performers: Mark O'Connor with Charlie Daniels Featuring: Johnny Cash, Marty Stuart and Travis Tritt Album: Heroes Words and music: Crain, Daniels
a cell or a prison or in hell's Armageddon Just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle We know the riddles of life where others know only a
got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants Out for the fast cash, level advance Takin' a
it's a fact To many acts with a big contract Can't sing a note That song they wrote Ain't music to my ears I miss old Johnny Cash When I'm in the car
radar so y'all can doubt me Stay on the sonar with crowbars to open minds There's a ladder you're supposed to climb Approach a Rhymesayer with a Buggsy
solo creep Out on the streets you don't hear a peep Nigga it's a goddamn shame, somebody explain Why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man's game
