She comes in colors ev'rywhere;
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors


She comes in colors ev'rywhere;
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere


She comes in colors


Have you seen her dressed in blue?
See the sky in front of you
And her face is lik a sail
Speck of white so fair and pale
Have you seen a lady fairer?


She comes in colors ev'rywhere;
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors


Have you seen her all in gold?
Like a queen in days of old
She shoots her colors all around
Like a sunset going down
Have you seen a lady fairer?


She comes in colors ev'rywhere;
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors


She's like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colorsTo find in the me the seed of love you gave to me from high above
To rest in you and you in me to find the truth and not to hide
To feel the way beneath the sun to hear your voice and be your song

So many troubles, so many troubles

Through greedy pride and noisy hide
Through hocus pocus rock'n'roll
Through spinal tap ugly fights
And a roller coaster beauty tips
mm...mm...mm...
through sticks and stones and broken bones
chicken freak mountain and freaks
throught ups'n'downs'n'ups'n'downs
Through ugly pimps and ugly chicks and ugly forms
Through fakes through summer arms and ugly worms
Through ugly freak and cheeky tricks

So many troubles, so many troubles

Here I am, here I come, Hold my hand
One more time, One more try, one more try

Sing it
So many troubles, so many troubles
So many troubles, so many troubles
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
So many troubles, so many troubles

To find in the me the seed of love you gave to me from high above
To rest in you and you in me to feel the way beneath the sun
Through greedy pride and noisy hide
Through hocus pocus rock'n'roll
Through Peter Pan and prett

(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this rhyme to you
that let you know how much love we got for you.
So from here on out let your soul have a peceful journey
One love!

(Pimp)
Now I got love for my homies who done shed blood for my homies
In the night sometimes I wish I coulda took slugs for my homies
But they gone now and you better believe I cried my tears
Maybe the way y'all died it'll make me change the life I live
Like my homie Juwan Tobin raised in the village of guilt
It's like the whole world stopped spinning my boy when you got killed
and Rico Maye...maaan why you had to depart
I remember riding our bikes around Cedar Park until it got dark
and found lil' shot up Jordan they found your body parked in the car
I know you watching over your son from up above in the stars
an ole shocking Scott I know you where the angels stay
cause with fluid on your lungs you died in the strangest way
You was my second cousin so I miss you every day
The beautifullest thing in this world to see your smiiling face
aOne, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ...

I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots
I'm runnin' in the rain
Gonna run till my feet are raw

Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
And I'm a soldier at thirteen
Slip kid, slip kid, realization
There's no easy way to be free
No easy way to be free

It's a hard, hard world

I left my doctor's prescription bungalow behind me
I left the door ajar
I left my vacuum flask
Full of hot tea and sugar
Left the keys right in my car

Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
Only half way up the tree
Slip kid, slip kid, I'm a relation
I'm a soldier at sixty-three
No easy way to be free

Slip kid, slip kid

Keep away old man, you won't fool me
You and your history won't rule me
You might have been a fighter, but admit you failed
I'm not affected by your blackmail
You won't blackmail me

I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots
I'm runnin' in the rain
Gonna r