| Well, the more you want, the more it hurts, and it only gets worse |
| Still, everybody wanna go to heaven |
| Just ask St. Christopher, he know for sure |
| How it feel to fall from saint to legend |
| Oh, people be so unkind, but honey, it' ain’t none of mine |
| She gon' get hers, just like he gon' be gettin' his |
| And the past gon' have to ‘low that we makin' the future now |
| Cuz now is the only moment that there is |
| When the war took that one more stp, and bled upon her doorstep |
| Sh broke the arrow into point and feather |
| And when the river was agitated, she just sat on the bank and waited |
| For the wind to put the moon back together |
| Oh, people be so unkind, but honey, it' ain’t none of mine |
| She gon' get hers, just like he gon' be gettin' his |
| And the past gon' have to ‘low that we makin' the future now |
| Cuz now is the only moment that there is |
| You got the Mona Lisa, you got Mother Theresa |
| Billie Holiday singin' stormy weather |
| You got King Macbeth, you got Malcolm X |
| Youu got Willie Johnson singin' ‘bout God moves on the water |
| Oh, people be so unkind, but honey, it' ain’t none of mine |
| She gon' get hers, just like he gon' be gettin' his |
| And the past gon' have to ‘low that we makin' the future now |
| Cuz now is the only moment that there is |