I'm ready for what's next I'm ready for what's next I'm ready cause, some days and sometimes, it's harder than it's ever been before I'm ready for what's next I'm ready for what's next I'm ready cause, some days and sometimes, it's easier if I just let go My partner hit me one time Said he felt like killing himself Ain't much that I could say to him Except I understood how he felt It's more to life than drug money It's more to life than cars and clothes But when you raised in the wild as a child with the lions and hunters that's all you know We caught up in a whirlwind of ******** That's why it's hard to hear the pastor in the pulpit That's why these youngsters down to rumble on the corner over numbers with the lumber and they ain't scared to pull it I thought there was a calm after the storm It's been category five since I was born I'm losing friends everyday over strays It's getting hard to mourn My home girl hit me one time, she 'bout to sell her body for change Ain't much that I can say to her, I guess that's just a part of the game There's more to life than fly bags, there's more to life than diamonds and pearls But when you raised without a father and your mother never bothered, it's hard to stay a little girl She caught up in a whirlwind of stage lights She'll do whatever that you ask her if the pays right Get a lover with no rubber cause he claimed that he was clean, now she know what having AIDS like I thought there was a calm after the storm It's been a category five since she was born I'm losing friends everyday over pay It's getting hard to mourn
I'm ready for what's next I'm ready for what's next I'm ready cause, some days and sometimes, it's harder than it's ever been before I'm ready for what's next I'm ready for what's next I'm ready cause, some days and sometimes, it's easier if I just let go My partner hit me one time Said he felt like killing himself Ain't much that I could say to him Except I understood how he felt It's more to life than drug money It's more to life than cars and clothes But when you raised in the wild as a child with the lions and hunters that's all you know We caught up in a whirlwind of ******** That's why it's hard to hear the pastor in the pulpit That's why these youngsters down to rumble on the corner over numbers with the lumber and they ain't scared to pull it I thought there was a calm after the storm It's been category five since I was born I'm losing friends everyday over strays It's getting hard to mourn My home girl hit me one time, she 'bout to sell her body for change Ain't much that I can say to her, I guess that's just a part of the game There's more to life than fly bags, there's more to life than diamonds and pearls But when you raised without a father and your mother never bothered, it's hard to stay a little girl She caught up in a whirlwind of stage lights She'll do whatever that you ask her if the pays right Get a lover with no rubber cause he claimed that he was clean, now she know what having AIDS like I thought there was a calm after the storm It's been a category five since she was born I'm losing friends everyday over pay It's getting hard to mourn
