Walk Witt Me-Sheek Louch

i dont know,maybe we can make a change maybe not im tired of cryin' im tired of livin' im tired of ****** im tired of women just wanna be myself keep the fame keep the wealth gimmie my health take me to a place where there aint hatin' nomore where i dont gotta raise the hammer and clap the 4 where i dont gotta kick your door and ask for more where i dont gotta dig your floor and look for raw [whoa!!] where i dont gotta serve no heads cook no coke, no such thing as Martin woulda been able to chill maybe a black face on a dollar bill i keep hope alive that i stay alive i think its comin', im tryin' not to drink and drive a place where the death penalty is gone no arbotions, life only lives on nobody gettin' shot for they chains and no hard labour jobs, we all usin' our brains and you dont have to strip through school cover your body momma , everythin' is cool let your daughter know her momz is smart and ask your heart before you tear her apart i think im askin' for too much, man damn.. repeat chorus ; no murders on the 5 o'clock news no body's over jordan and tennis shoes nobody layin' on me, waitin to blast i feel the spirits of my ****** that passed its like they rite here, i just cant see 'em sometimes im jealous of 'em damn, i wanna be 'em everybody fake, when will this ever end if you dont know your enemy then you dont know your friend a place where there's nomore wars, nomore tears nomore liquor, nomore beers nomore stocks , nomore shares nomore fights, nomore jails nomore kites..a place where you dont value money just the air you breathe and everyday is sunny 'know it can never happen and its just rappin' and im dreamin' but damn.. repeat chorus till end [with libs]