[ VERSE 1 ] Fuck, duck down, niggas is shootin And I can't go out like Sir Isaac Newton Catch a stray one, cause from day one I been escapin So I figure I'm due for a yellow tapin But it ain't today, thank God So I kiss my mother and count my bank rod And then it's back to the warzone In Southern California you gots to get yours on A real East Side Story I'm talkin Compton and Watts, for thyne is the glory A tale of two cities where it's non-stop drama Not the Apollo joint But from the hollow-point -blank, I sleep to the sound of a siren The shit is so tirin And other nights I can't even crash Without the same fuckin mutts turnin over my trash It's just drama
(More drama, more drama, more drama) It's just too much drama (More drama, more drama, more drama)
[ VERSE 2 ] One-time got my street blocked off And I wonder what's poppin But I ain't stoppin )From what it look like a officer got smoked And most likely it's from some shit he provoked But regardless the police is kickin up dust So now it's like 'in glock we trust' And everybody in my hood is suspects But ain't nobody snitchin, so what's next? They try to break the unity Make an example of a nigga to frighten the whole community So put out an all-points bulletin and on Kam And Watts-Up - goddamn! Ain't nobody said a word But now somehow I'm under the ghetto bird On a high-speed chase The right time in the wrong place I caught drama
(More drama, more drama, more drama) It's just too much drama (More drama, more drama, more drama)
[ VERSE 3 ] Damn, I just heard about the homie That's fucked up, give my condolences to the family for me Cause I know they took it hard The shit caught us all off guard That was my dog, he ain't never meant no harm I went and got his name tatooed on my forearm Right after the funeral Goddamn, that's two in a row Homeboys I done lost to gang violence And I ain't been able to smile since I know everything happen for a reason But now the blood in my veins is freezin Ain't no more feelings left, I'm cold-hearted I wasn't dearly, but nearly departed So I know I got a purpose But L.A. is like a circus It's too much drama
(More drama, more drama, more drama) It's just too much drama (More drama, more drama, more drama)
[ VERSE 4 ] So another day, another dirty dollar Like Marvin Gaye sometimes it make me wanna holler While I try to make a livin, I'm givin You pee o-n t-h-e U.S.A. - hey So how much for the ski-mask? Ain't none of your business what it's for, so don't even ask Cause America is on the fall It's every man for himself and God for us all And action speaks louder than words )From what I hear the Mexicans got the birds I seem em puttin up stores I say it's time I kick in some casa doors And play Robin Hood, I been good too long Takin this shit, you can't expect me not to do wrong So the stage is set for an Academy Award And oh my Lord
(More drama, more drama, more drama) It's just too much drama (More drama, more drama, more drama)
It's just drama
(More drama, more drama, more drama) It's just too much drama (More drama, more drama, more drama)
God damn devils, done finally made they move on South Los Angeles In Watts, the shots don't quit And in Compton we got the same shit Damn pigs is puttin in straight work Murderin blacks and just smirk Ain't nothin but another day at the office So now it's damn near illegal to be a negro So do I make a run for the border? Or - fuck Bush, and his "New World Order" The law is the straw that broke the camel's back Just one more punk attack on the black, and now the shit is on (Peel his cap and I'm gone!) Oh yeah See now all hell is finna break loose And Uncle Tom ain't got no juice Nigga shoulda been down from the start but he ain't had a heart, for another Watts riot
[Kam] So we done lost all patience (Man fuck police investigations!) See we gon' handle this right, tonight (We're tearin up everything in fuckin sight!) And I ain't got a damn thing to lose So the news gon' have they hands full Not to mention the police, fool No justice, no peace It's a eye for a eye, so don't even try and speak on how blacks, should turn the other cheek To hell with all y'all devils Ain't no love losses for no white crosses So what y'all know about this interpretation with your college education? Y'all best just keep quiet and get your ass ready for this next Watts riot
[Ice Cube] Straight pandemonium! Niggaz I'm with nutty Mr. Macgillicuddy done got, got And I'm tossin more cocktails loc 'Til the whole fuckin block smell like smoke Black folks are loc'n, no jokin Yo Kam, grab the coke and choke 'em Make sure that somethin is broken and then you can smoke him (c'mon) Got a clip on the news of me with a TV and I don't give a fuck who done seen me Fightin the police with my peers With head and shoulders, and no more tears And they can't stop me Cause, I'm eatin more crackers than Polly For the Jack that smoked the black I gotta do the right thing for you and Rodney King Burn down his market But then you claim, Ice Cube had to spark it Puttin Beverly Hills in fear Cause Hollywood burnt down last year So if you throw me Ozzie and Harriet I fuck around and bury it, huh Ain't makin the hood look shitty Watts riot, insert your city motherfucker!
[Kam] The whole city is on fire And now it's down to the wire Time to call for a national emergency Cause white folk goin up in smoke Too fast, they ass is out before they know it So when I light this cocktail, Cube throw it And make sure that it reach Yeah motherfucker, that's for Howard Beach And Brother Olivert X, so what's next with y'all punk-ass cowards? Each of us bring fo' devils and let's get this over with, yeah, no shit We ain't worried about dyin (Man I think you better give up man) Nah I ain't even tryin I'd rather go out fightin But let y'all tell it I'm incitin a Watts riot
[ VERSE 1 ] Every year I hear "Happy holiday" What's my religion? I do what the dollar say That's why I celebrate Christmas Cause this overweighed redneck devil is big business So all season I'm up preyin On black communities, is what I'm sayin And y'all keepin me fat All over America it's on like that Kids lookin for Saint Nick Just leave me some cookies and get off my damn dick You want a present? Nigga, please Your house is a wreck, and you're decoratin trees Now how dumb can y'all be? No food in the kitchen, and you go and buy a tree? And then say it's for the children, but you're grown They can't miss what they ain't never known But since everybody else is out celebratin You allow your child to worship a Satan Better known as Santa Claws in your pocket from L.A. to Atlanta And yeah pops, you're silly too You shoulda told your children Santa Clause is really you And spared em the sadness Before they got all caught up in holiday madness
[ VERSE 2 ] (A whole day dedicated to the devil) Is Palm Sunday, and after church I'm goin huntin For colored eggs, cause Santa was frontin He musta thought it was Passover Cause he never brought his ass over My house, but today I get new clothes anyway Plus a little money, thank you Easter Bunny For the basket of jelly beans Even though I don't know what the hell he means I never read about him in the Bible The horny little pagan idol No wonder my mind is so twisted By thank God my church wasn't broke-wristed Even though I never went I know I still can repent Cause ain't nobody perfect, but niggas so dense We seem to only come together over nonsense
[ VERSE 3 ] (A whole day dedicated to the devil) October 31st is my favorite Little boys still at my do', cause I ain't gave em shit (But what you showed me in for?) Little brats yellin 'trick or treat' all through my screen door When y'all should be at home sleep Instead of at my front porch 15 deep The jack lantern came in handy Yo, I can turn my porch light out like I ain't got no candy But ain't that somethin? You buy a Halloween costume and a pumpkin? Almost gave your children a heartattack It's a tradition, but who the hell started that? A whole day dedicated to the devil That's just one out of several Most people don't think But America need to see a shrink For her holiday madness
[ VERSE 4 ] Damn, I can't wait until it get dark So I can light these fireworks up at the park And celebrate my independence It's the 4th of July, but I ain't got 10 cents I bought the jumbo assortment Then came out the pocket for a goddamn skyrocket And the shit was a dud It was lit, but it never even left the mud But at least I got freedom where I'm at Plus Red Devil and Wild Cat And they open 24 hours And right about now they got a sale on bloomin flowers So I'm ready to celebrate July 4th 1930, the true date Cause in 1776 Black people were still in the mix Until the comin of W.B. Farrhad The God in person, yeah cursin America, word is bond And left us Elijah and Farrakhan
Kam] Ain't this a bitch, what they make po' kids do Stand up for the flag salute Now put your right hand over your heart Eyes on the flag, now recite this drag about liberty and justice for all But that part dere it don't stand for none of y'all Just the part about pledgin allegiance For all they care, you can stop right there Take your shit and go on home and let the television program your dome Because it ain't no justice, the people ain't liberated just cause one nigga made it out the ghetto, he a token black His whole neighborhood still smokin crack So you will never be all that No matter how bad you wanna switch, life is a bitch
[Kam] Ain't that a bitch, to see black people in the service Leave they spouse to do dirt for the White House And come home lookin for a hero's welcome They back on the block and shellshocked The shit costed an arm and a leg Can't work no job, so now you gotta beg Cause all y'all got for bein out in the field is handicapped stickers for your windshield Your wife and kids was thinkin you was dead and buried, so she got remarried And now you sleepin in school gymnasiums Just you and them lazy bums At the overnight homeless shelter Gettin one hot meal, to eat from a wheelchair But what about baseball and apple pie? Nigga life is a bitch and then you die
[Kam] (No matter how much you wanna switch..) Ain't that a bitch how they stretch out a low class citizen You like guilty until proven innocent Cause it's written all over your face Skin color is enough to catch a case To them that's like concrete evidence So whether I did it or not has no relevance They just want another nigga in custody So I'm bout to take it out on a trustee Because all I see, is a gang of black and brown faces missin they shoelaces Headed for the gang module After they processed to get shit off they chest While the high class criminal charges all get dismissed they scar up my wrist And do all they can to put a nigga through hell Oh well, I guess life is a bitch
[Kam] Ain't this a bitch, or some say female dog To play a nigga out for some shit in a catalogue And then move right along to the next man If the drama can't get him, the sex can So all day long she's plottin Cause the nigga she had just spoiled the bitch rotten So now she's on and straight fishin and gotta have the keys to every fool's ignition But it just ain't enough black men to go around They either dead or locked down So I can't really call 'em bitch I guess, cause everybody wanna be rich But that's what's happenin in the black community Everyday, call it the games that people play Some say human nature but Is life a B-I-T-C-H or what
Damn, one-time just bust a you And they 4 deep, too They seen all these caps and T-shirts And them gold thangs underneath the skirts
But the law ain't been broken Wait, I see 3 white cops and one token Oh, so that explains it, no doubt Uncle Tom pointed us out
But I ain't tryin' to get jacked They give me static, I'm givin' the shit back 'Cause I ain't did nothin' wrong And this L.A. drama been goin' on too long
So it's on if they touch me Matter of fact, they better Starsky-and-Hutch me 'Cause fool, I ain't waitin' I'm 5000, so much for gold Daytons
I hit a side street and circled twice Shook 'em like hot dice Parked the toy in a driveway 'Cause the same thing happened last Friday
I tried to tell you They was devils once befo' But y'all don't hear me though
Hey, fellas You guys know who I'm talkin' to Hey, fellas You guys know who I'm talkin' to
Damn, this baby pagin' me, 911 Who is that? This bad-ass white girl from Aw nigga, you went out like a straight Boyscout What you talkin' 'bout?
Fool, this girl a straight freak Yeah, she probably have your ass at the clinic every week Askin' the doctor, "Have you ever seen this?" With a long-wired q-tip, stuck up your penis
Waitin' for the test results to come back from upstairs While you say your prayers And ask yourself, ?Was it really worth it?? Before Casanova crossed over, everything was perfect
But you wasn't satisfied with the sisters So now you got blisters Trick or treat? Aw, nigga, you can eat a dick Or vice versa, that's how you treat a trick
Nigga like you who ain't learned That hittin' pale skins'll get you burned Man, y'all better let them white hoes go But y'all don't hear me though
Hey, fellas You guys know who I'm talkin' to Hey, fellas You guys know who I'm talkin' to
Damn Kam, I got a migraine, what you eat? Just some pork chops and pig's feet And a couple of strips of bacon What? And my head just started achin'
I hate to say, ?I told you so? but I told ya You couldn't take it from a soldier Kam got the ham broken down to a science So keep it out your appliance
Cat plus rat plus dog equals hog Poison-ass animals, people need to ban 'em all Nigga, I been eatin' pork all my life and I'm cool Fool, you don't know what you're missin'
Listen that's the reason why you get sick so quick And spend a straight grip with doctor Tom Slick So he can fill your prescription For your ass, for your headaches and your hyper tension
When all you gotta do is stop eatin' the swine And everything'll be fine Black folk better leave that pork at the sto' But y'all don't hear me though
Hey, fellas You guys know who I'm talkin' to Hey, fellas You guys know who I'm talkin' to
Damn, my nigga got stretched He's down for the K.O., for movin' that lleyo And now they askin' him to snitch I hate to say it but the nigga dug his own ditch
So now he's caught in a catch 22 Damned if he don't and fucked if he do Lookin' at 15 with a L Scared he'll touch down, so what the hell
He starts singin' like a bird Federal detectives recordin' every word Puttin' niggas in a twist, steppin' on toes How long will he last? God only knows
Ballin' outta control, gotta put on a hold So it's on like that, nigga, where my niggas at? It ain't like he didn't know 'Cause I damn sure, told him, he just ain't hear me though
Kam] Lift every voice and sing Yeah, but we gon' lift every fist and swing So save the negro spiritual It's 1992 and niggaz need a miracle And no more song and dance like we shall overcome, and ain't got a chance Y'all stuck on "I have a dream" Need to put the picket sign down and get on the team Stand up and do somethin Stop beggin for a meal, cause everything is real Nigga look at yourself, you in hell Claimin wel-fare, or should I say fare-well Mr. Christian, you was too spooky Now Bush wanna slave, and Russia wanna nuke me And the most you can tell me is love thy enemy? Stay off the Hennesey Pops I want freedom, so hand me the nine You can pray for yours, but I'ma go get mine Now how long has it been? For a hundred and thirty-seven years, but neva again
[Kam] God bless America.. but for what? How bout God damn America, the slut (yeah) Now I can name that tune Cause the land of the free is sellin negroes at noon But how soon we forget Mention the holocaust, niggaz have a fit Sorry it's real but I'm fresh out of tears Cause lynch that nigga's still ringin in my ears I want freedom, justice, equality, Islam So it's hard to keep calm when I'm accused of bein racist for lovin my people first Now they wanna put me in a hearse but black people never made white slaves And we was too lovin to put Jews in a oven But the pilgrims wasn't so friendly then And by the way, I never ate a Indian So who's the real savage? Six feet tall on the average Mark the number of the God damn beast To the East my brother to the East say neva again
[Kam] Oh say can y'all see? It's the home of the slave, land of the never free America me, the so called negro with another verse, so here we go As long as y'all been givin me hell No wonder there's a crack in the Liberty Bell to tell on America the Beautiful The bitch need a facelift, for this race myth And now for you to pull a caper, kidnap rape her The penalty is DEATH Cause we ain't forgave or forgot blacks bein murdered, tortured and shot Six hundred million, one-eighty-sevens It's bringin wrath down from the heavens So let my people go Pharoahe, the arrow is point at your dome, and if we don't make it home Cancel Christmas Like EPMD we got some "Unfinished Business" From way back, payback for your sin So paleskin, tell a friend, neva again
Kam] That's all I can stand, I can't stands no more Cause we done told y'all before And y'all was too near me, not to hear me Enough with the warnings, this is war, time to lay down the law So who's up first? It's the ones that had black people thinkin they was cursed The preachers, string up the preachers All women and children to the bleachers Let the record show they religion was filthy So there's no need for you to plead not guilty Any last requests? Take 'em up with Da Lench Mob Can y'all handle that? (Shit, it's a cinch job) So walk 'em up the steps slowly The anticipation'll kill 'em cause they ain't holy They say you only get a minute to pray, and a second to die Hang 'um high
[Kam] Next up on the rope is y'all niggaz still tryin to sell dope to blacks That's how you got your milk and honey Yeah, off of that blood money And have you foamin at the mouth, y'all had to contract rabies to make a whole generation of crack babies Instead of bottles, they want the plastic baggy cause momma was known to suck a glass dick raggedy And she even sold her body Standin outside until her nose was snotty In her last trimester, the dope man blessed her with a chest buster, God rest her soul Her baby's in shock You killed two birds with one rock, so step right up and get fitted for the noose, cause it's too late to cry Hang 'um high
[Kam] Hot damn, ain't no escapin misters Cause y'all been convicted for rapin sisters Shoulda committed suicide Cause before this is over, y'all gon' wish you had died sooner Cause after (?)uma, it's on Take one last look before it's gone The sisters never wanted you to touch her This was just a hangin, but now we gotta cut'cha So break 'em off one at a time Cause cruel and unusual punishment fit the crime And don't show 'em no mercy In fact, bring the daughter up front and let her see how justice is served with the civilized It's up to you now whether he live or dies (I just wanna ask him why) (*But you know I love you baby girl*) HANG 'UM HIGH
[ VERSE 1 ] Now I look back, and I can remember Growin up po, waitin fo December 25th, when a gift was all I wanted (Yup) And I didn't have a care in the world, just fun With all the homeboys around my age Wasn't no complaints about life in the first stages The pages turned, and we learned us a lesson today To keep them girls and switches away All play, and no work checks For raisin animals and catchin insects It was a everyday thang to see the homeboys and me Raidin somebody's fruit tree Little nappy-head nature boys In a concrete jungle, so wherever one go The others'll follow him like a lost dove (What's up, loc?) And till this day I still got love For em, though I don't know em like I used to They still my family, now ask me who's who And I can tell you about some dirt, or soap-like gossip But why should I trip? Because we all got skeletons dwellin in the closet So I wonder how is it People be forgettin about they homies? When they make ends, meet let them roam streets After all y'all done been through Yo, to put them up is the least you can do But now I see just how niggas act Yo, y'all can turn y'all back But I still got love for em
(Homie that I went to school with) (Got mo' love for me here) I still got love for em (My nigga)
[ VERSE 2 ] I used to be able to walk through Anybody's neighborhood that I wanted to talk to And see how they was livin, how they life was lookin (Wassup?) Got they sisters, and ate they mamas' cookin Young and innocent, the good old days We started to grow apart, and go our seperate ways Steady competin for the most attention Up at the school house, hours of sittin That they had to find somethig else to fade me Cause they ain't have a letter high enough to grade me Maybe then some people got jealous Thought they was smart, and got crushed like relish So birds of a feather ran together in cliques Nerds, jocks, and tricks And the ones just kickin it in between Gang-related, you know who I mean I got love for em
(Homie that I went to school with) (Got mo' love for me here) I still got love for em (My nigga)
[ VERSE 3 ] And we used to get into it every now and then Tryin to prove a point in front of the little women (Wassup?) Showin out like movie ushers We rat-packed them, and then they rushed us Goin back and forth, it seemed like forever Was unpredictable like L.A. weather The object was just a reputation (Or some) Or some kinda ovation That is, until money came into the picture Now it was on from dust to dawn And everything jumped to a whole new level Gettin kicks, comin up off licks The devil in disguise, but it was so easy Affordin all the shit that we seen on tv So whatever it takes, we gotta make them ends Even if it mean jackin friends So I went my way, and they went theirs Stayin out of each other's affairs Some life was lost, smoked out, and on fat And after all that I still got love for em
(Homie that I went to school with) (Got mo' love for me here) I still got love for em (My nigga)
Big fat extra-crispy bucket of chicken 2 liter of pepsi-cola drinkin' ass...
They say a negro ain't good for nothin' but a show Talkin' slang and walkin' with a radio Drippin' sweat on basketball courts Dominatin' but that's at all sports Or inventin' a new kind of handshake To get they picture on a box of pancake mix So I kick some hip hop And go to church sunday to hit me a flip-flop But prayin' ain't all we do, see Next we play bingo and barbecue Them days I could praise the lord and still gamble And eat more dead meet than little black sambo But I gotta hear a lot of old ladies Catchin' the holy ghost most in their 80's And I don't wanna hear no yellin' Naw, I just kick it and finnish this watermelon Cause I'm the stereotype...
They think all black folks look alike We either goin' strike or hut, hut, hike Or up on the microphone makin' their neighborhood nervous So I get poor service Wherever I go they steady tryin' to put jackets on me Cause I ain't one of they fake-ass homies Naw, I'm just a negro who knows what's jumpin' So they be actin' like I'm tryin' to steal somethin' When I go to the store or out to eat Ladies start puttin' purses by they feet Pullin' a mace out they bras like one-time Waitin' on some crime For me to commit so they can unload That's how tricks get floored Y'all can't let y'all imaginations Get the best of y'all And that goes for the rest of y'all Cause I'm the stereotype...
So I'm just your typical so-called african-american Back in your hair again At your door for more free butter and cheese, please Let me take my cake-cutter And tease this buckwheat hairdoo To fit the stereotype scenario That I gave on my application Unemployment information Like moms can't find no affordable housin' How many kids she got? About thousand And everyone got a different daddy And I had to quit my job cause of my bad knees But before my injury I was fine Did everythin' from a jack to a shoeshine I was allways down to work then Until I got stretched out in the pen Now I'm the stereotype...
So, yeah, i get it all from the big screen Showin' black girls hoin' at sixteen On the corner outside in the cold half-naked Ain't nothin' sacred? Cause all they know is what they seein' on daytime dramas So now they like teenage grandmas Who gotta stop they work and roll To the nurse for a purse full of birth control And that ain't so proper cause in my hood They need to cancel soap-operas Cause black females be belivin' all that That's why they fall flat So young and innocent But by the time they reach eighteen They been done went crazy, hittin' that P-I-P Every Gladys Knight with the silent E So I'm the stereotype...
[ VERSE 1 ] Hittin corners in a six-trey Chevrolet Rag-top Impalla, top dollar Got my cousin Laid-Back ridin shotgun Cause I got the front-and-back hydraulic hot one Juiced up, and I'm itchin to hit the switches Crawlin over train tracks, avoidin all ditches Ice-skatin on the 20-inch tires Jack up the ass, and flex the gold dayton wires Now I'm down to take a risk Gettin geeked up off a compact disc I went hoppin up Crenshaw, niggas hang loose Lookin for my homies to celebrate the gang truce And they about to throw a cook-out So I'm puttin down the hump, we sailin on the look-out For C.H.P., I was a teenage gee So I'm readin a graffiti The walls say 'peace treaty'
[ VERSE 2 ] Lookin at the aftermath of the riot I can still smell the ashes )From all the clashes But quiet is kept, it wasn't just the blacks Everybody was lootin, and had each other's backs We came through in understandin, demandin Justice, bust this, we all had our hand in The cookie jar, took it far enough to make a statement Daryl Gates - that's where all the hate went We pass by a swap meet Been shoppin at for years, but it couldn't stop heat See ya, wouldn't wanna be your next door neighbor Less government relief checks, more labor 10 percent blood suckers of the poor took a loss For exploitation, had to show em who was boss Teach em not to be so greedy Had to shut em down, bound by a peace treaty
Bound by a peace treaty
[ VERSE 3 ] Hit the park, bailed out the car And seen blue and red everywhere, look how strong we are Niggas showin up from this gang and that gang Nobody set-trippin, cause it's a black thing People just partyin, sippin on a cup Some of the Compton F.O.I. even showed up Suited and booted, kickin it with the locs In unity, soon we'll be lovin all black foks I heard Solo, bumpin in a Blazer Clownin on a car phone, blowin up my pager Watts-Up is on the set Just checkin out the scenery, brothers I ain't never met Is hittin me up, I had to swallow my pride Just kept steppin, hit em up and said, "Right" Ain't no drama, cause I'm mobbin with Laid-Back I seen Big Jess, Jay and K-Mac They used to work them narcotics Like my nigga L-Wood and Renegade from the street products We used to jack from the rich, and then give to the needy But now it's a peace treaty
[ VERSE 4 ] And now the party's acceleratin The whole crowd bounce, and sho nuff celebratin Ain't nobody bustin shots I bumped into Mike a/k/a Mo' Like Watts An O.G., cause he's older Lovin every minute of it, with the camcorder on his shoulder So he could capture the moment, and reminisce I'ma always remember this Because my niggas made the history books And now the mystery looks A lot clearer The man in the mirror Got power It's now or Never, more than ever Black people have to stick together But yo, let's hear it for the Bloods and the Crips I gots to admit it Y'all brothers did it I just hope it don't cease For the sake of all the homies that's restin in peace
wai mian de shi jie hen jing cai wo chu qu hui shi bai wai mian de shi jie te bie kang kai chuang chu qu wo jiu ke yi huo guo lai liu zai zhe li wo kan bu dao xian zai wo yao chu qu xun zhao wo de wei lai xia ding le jue xin gai bian ri zi zhen nan ai chui xi le zha zhu yuan wang jiu shi nan kai wai mian de shi jie hen jing cai wo chu qu hui bian de ke ai wai mian de ji hui lai de hen kuai wo yi ding zhao dao zi ji de cun zai yi nan kai tou ye bu zhuan bu hui lai wo nan kai yong yuan dou bu zai hui lai -
누구나 알고 있죠 보내면 안되는 운명이 있다는 걸 한밤을 헤메이다 문득 깨닫죠 누군가 옆에 없다는 슬픔 이제 알았죠 사랑임을 정말 사랑이면 이렇게 쉽게 떠나지마요 힘겨워도 아파와도 아름다운 순간들일 뿐 사랑 추억속에서 길을 잃어요 눈물마저 마르도록 셀 수 없이 기다렸던 밤 사랑해요 그대 내 곁에 머물러요 그대만 있다면 슬픔도 기쁨이죠 이제는 걱정마요 함께 있으니 아무것도 생각마요 우리 믿어요 서로의 눈빛을 정말 사랑이면 이렇게 쉽게 보내지 마요 힘겨워도 아파와도 아름다운 순간들일 뿐 사랑 추억속에서 길을 잃어요 눈물마저 마르도록 셀 수 없이 기다렸던 것 사랑해요 그대 오직 그대만을 -
