Sometimes I feel like a Motherless Child Sometimes I feel like a Motherless Child Sometimes I feel like a Motherless Child A long way from home A long way from my home Believe me, Believe me, Believe me, Believe me Believe me, Believe me, Believe me, Believe me A long way from my home Sometimes I feel like my hopes are in vain (Oh yeah) Sometimes I feel like my hopes are in vain (Baby) Sometimes I feel like my hopes are in vain No way to get home (No No) No way to get home Believe me, Believe me, Believe me, Believe me Believe me, Believe me, Believe me, Believe me No way to get home Sometimes I feel like a Motherless Child (Yeah) Sometimes I feel like a Motherless Child (Won't someone help me now) Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone A long way from home A long way from my home Believe me, Believe me, Believe me, Believe me Believe me, Believe me, Believe me, Believe me A long way from my home Sometimes I feel like a Motherless Child (Tell me) Sometimes I feel like a Motherless Child Sometimes I feel like a Motherless Child A long way from home A long way from my home Believe me, Believe me, Believe me, Believe me Believe me, Believe me, Believe me, Believe me A long way from my home Believe me, Believe me, Believe me, Believe me A long way from my home Believe me, Believe me, Believe me, Believe me A long way from my home

If I mistreat you girl, I sure don't mean no harm If I mistreat you girl, I sure don't mean no harm Well, I'm a motherless child, I don't know right from wrong Please tell me pretty mama, honey where'd you stay last night? Please tell me pretty mama, honey where'd you stay last night? Well, you didn't come home 'till the sun was shining bright I had to go so far down, to get my ham bones boiled Had to go so far down, to get my ham bones boiled Well, he's had a lotta women, gonna let my ham bones burn Well, I did more for you now, than your daddy ever done Well, I did more for you now, than your daddy ever done Well, I give you my jewelry, he ain't give you none And when you see two women, always running hand in hand When you see two women, always running hand in hand You can bet your bottom dollar, one got the other one's man Lord, I'm going to the river, get me a tangled rocking chair I'm going to the river, get me a tangled rocking chair And if the blues overtake me, gonna rock away from here

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child So far from home This was life and this was safer All was strange and always stranger I laid awake but so much later I'm never safe from all this danger The demon's eyes and demon satyr I was bait but what would bait her? Don't know my needs, don't know my ways so I hide my face, no way to face her This was loss, this was name This was my truth, this was no game This was not hope, this was not sane And from these broken places made That was loss and this was later I wanted less but nothing greater I couldn't leave, I couldn't stay Like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child So far from home This was loss and this was later Always hate but never hate her I laid in wait but so much later And never safe from all this danger The demon's eyes, the demon satyr I was bait, but what would bait her Don't know my needs, don't know my ways so I hide my face, no way to face her This was loss, this was name This was my truth, this was no game This was not hope, this was not sane And from these broken places made That was loss and this was later I wanted less but nothing greater I couldn't leave, I couldn't stay Like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child So far from home So far from home

Sometimes I'm exhausted and driven, Lord Sometimes I don't know where to go My mother and father won't own me So I'll try to make heaven my home Talking about a child that do love Jesus Here is one, here is one You're talking about a child that do love Jesus Here is one Talking about a child that do love Jesus Talking about a child that do love Jesus Here is one, here is one My mother and father don't own me I'll try to make Heaven my home

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby