The days get shorter here ever since you stole the sun. Put it in your pocket and went down south past the horizon. Bend my fingers back so I'll no
Can I get it out this time Every sentiment that I try To keep inside behind my ribs, my lungs Youre my favorite things reside Catching up on old times
When I go to sleep we both know what that means. I'll have our pictures plastered behind my eyelids. Dreams come like waves of memories and summer
When you leave you're still here with me even though your feet pound the pavement hard is it keeping you up nights is it stopping you from sleeping tight
in America, I was brought up on the street My old man's independence seemed good enough for me I was made in America, made in America Never cared much
hood converted from trey bags to 20's a girl Everybody had money, every summer was real ill Four-finger rings, dealers No half steppin' with flat tops when Rakim reigned Radios
in America, I was brought up on the street. My old man's independence, seemed good enough for me, I was made in America, made in America. Never cared
Made in america I was brought up on the street My old man's independence Seemed good enough for me I was made in america Made in america Never cared much
I'm a, a runaway slave watching the north star Shackles on my forearm , runnin' with the gun on my palm I'm an African , never was an African-American
to Twenties of girl everybody had money, every summer was real ill Four-finger rings, dope dealers, Kane no half-steppin' with flat tops, but Rakim reigned radios
trey bags to 20's a girl Everybody had money, every summer was real ill Four-finger rings, dope dealers, 'caine/Kane "No Half Steppin'" with flat tops when Rakim reigned Radios
cable I'ma a runaway slave watching the north star Shackles on my forearm , runnin with the gun on my palm I'm an African , never was an African-American
