We used to fight and fuss, we used to yell and cuss We used to cock and bust now look at us We done turned to ashes and dust to dust I shoulda turned the cause and returned the love I shoulda passed the bud to all the bloods And leave them slugs with them pigs in the mud Who the fuck turned 2Pac into a thug? All I used to get was a pound and a hug I remember when we used to hate them drugs Now we can't rap without being fucked up High in the club but you sound like a drunk Hard in the street but a jailhouse punk Me and that nigga, yeah we used to bring the funk Now we got love and respect like a monk Understand that we got a lot in common Homie you in the same boat that I'm in I'm calling all the real people, real people Let em know that the change gon come Tell me where the real people? Real people It's time to wake up and stand as one Calling all the real people, real people You still got our faith nah we ain't none Tell me where the real people out there The real people out there It's a good day when it's me and O'Shea It's like the times we cheered for O.J I say Mike, Cube say Kobe But ain't no more beef, I put that on chief Blaow, a little homie dead in the streets It's like the day they compared us to meat Glad Farrakan prepared us to meet Now me and bro bringing meals to the meek Think about my homie locked up like a Rasta Dude in my ear asking me about the Oscars I build with the gods to show improvement Hard to complain, real people going through it I know the movement like I was Huey Newton Can't explain why youngin's are shooting The revolution will not be on the ground The revolution is who I am, God damn I don't care what your color is All my real people, real people love this, love this I don't care what your color is All my real people, real people love this, love this I don't care what your color is All my real people, real people love this, love this I don't care what your color is All my real people, real people love this, love this Be the change

I came from a good home A house full of terrace dreams That was enough for me You know, you had to see it to believe All the late nights, good times The mistakes and the heartbreaks When I get lost, I go Back to where I started Common people, nothing's changed You'll hear strangers singing your name If you act like you're one of us If you act like you're one of us Common people, not who you know Just how far you're willin' to go If you act like you're one of us If you act like you're one of us I took head of the local No deep pockets, but big hearts Do you see what I see? Now we're all out screaming on the dance floor All the late nights and the good times And the heartbreaks, the mistakes When I get lost, I go Back to where I started Common people, nothing's changed You'll hear strangers singing your name If you act like you're one of us Just act like you're one of us Common people, not who you know Just how far you're willin' to go If you act like you're one of us If you act like you're one of us Common people, nothing's changed You'll hear strangers singing your name If you act like you're one of us Just act like you're one of us Common people, not who you know Just how far you're willin' to go If you act like you're one of us Just act like you're one of us Just act like you're one of us

(Mel Tillis) I hope that the friend You've thrown yourself with He gets drunk and loses his job And every road that you travel on Is dusty, rocky and hard I couldn't make you love me You only made me blue So all in all, if the curtain should fall Lord, I hope that it falls on you. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. --- Instrumental --- Well, I hope that the train From Caribou Maine Runs over your new love affair You walk the floor From door to door And pull out your peroxide hair. You never was my woman 'Cause you were never true So all in all if the curtain should fall Lord, I hope that it falls on you. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. I will have sweetm sweet, sweet mental revenge...

(Bill Martin - Phil Coulter) Sunday morning in the valley We would gather for the service Emmily Jane would run to meet me She'd smile at papa kinda nervous. All the people came from miles around I can still hear the sound. As they sang thanks to the Lord For the sun up in the sky For the corn that's growing high And for the child that didn't die. Thanks to the Lord For the crops and for the farm For the satrenght in my right arm And for keepin' us from harm. Thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks Thanks to the Lord for a girl like Emmily Jane. --- Instrumental --- Came the day that we were married All our folks from the congregation Emmily Jane was like an angel The sweetest thing in all creation. Papa hugged me and my mama cried Everybody smiled with pride. As they sang thanks to the Lord For the sun up in the sky For the corn that's growing high And for the child that didn't die.

People sit around and they talk and talk How their dreams all ended too soon Guess they never hung out under the stars Howling at the moon I guess we're as different as nine and eight I see it in a different light I don't think much about the good ol' days Just about the good ol' nights Talk about the good times Talk about the times when the times were right You can keep the good ol' days, I'll take the good ol' nights They wanna go back to when a Cadillac Didn't look like a Chevrolet It meant a lot to them but not a thing to me I never owned one anyway But a good looking woman and an old guitar With both of them tuned just right Well, I don't think much about the good ol' days Just about the good ol' nights Talk about the good times Talk about the times when the times were right You can keep the good ol' days, I'll take the good ol' nights You can keep the good ol' days, I'll take the good ol' nights

Lord knows I am peaceful when I'm left alone I've always been an Eagle, been awhile since I have flown My claws are sharp as ever, so's my Eagle eye Something's gonna go tonight, when the Eagle flies Lately I've heard rumors that the Eagle may be lame Just because I've been idle, don't mean that I'm tame You've jeopardized my freedom, my natural place to roost I can fly when I have to, if they turn the Eagle loose So lay all your doubts aside when you go to bed tonight My feathers are all ruffled now, I'm ready for a fight Just because I took awhile to fly that don't mean I don't care When you feel the shadow crossing, the Eagle's in the air So lay all your doubts aside when you go to bed tonight My feathers are all ruffled now, I'm ready for a fight Just because I took awhile to fly that don't mean I don't care When you feel the shadow crossing, the Eagle's in the air When you feel the shadow crossing, the Eagle's in the air

Through the chill of winter Running across a frozen lake Hunters hard right on his trail All odds are against him With a family to provide for One thing he must keep alive Will the wolf survive? Will the wolf survive? Drifting by the roadside Lines etched on an aging face It wants to find some honest space Losing to the range wars He's got two strong legs to guide him Two strong arms keep him alive Will the wolf survive? Standing in the pouring rain All alone in a world that's changed Running scared now forced to hide In a land where he once stood with pride But he'll find his way by the morning light Sounds across the nation Coming from your hearts and minds Battered drums and old guitars Singing songs of passion It's the truth that they all look for Something they must keep alive Will the wolf survive? Will the wolf survive? Will the wolf survive?