| Just like a birdie I just wanna fly free |
| And own a piece of land |
| Somewhere, somewhere off in the country |
| Oh, oh, yeah, listen |
| Temperature’s like a hundred degrees |
| Like I got chains on me Blackmail and a family of three |
| Been right on my destiny |
| Rake it out, fly away |
| 'Cuz it’s too much for the man |
| Shouldn’t 've gone down this way |
| What happened to my master plan |
| 'Cuz I can’t figure out |
| I could’ve been a love child |
| Shouldn’t 've gone down this way |
| Tell me, how did I get life? |
| Life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life |
| Life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life |
| Oh, somebody done, done me wrong, done me wrong |
| My eyes to the ceiling all night long, all night long |
| Time is slippin' away from me, away from me And it ain’t no tellin' when I get home, I gotta get home, yeah |
| Just about to see the dollar sign |
| That’s close to a piece of mind |
| And everything was about to be fine |
| So tell me, so how’d I get life? |
| Life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life |
| Life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life |
| Everything I hoped for is gone now |
| Buried in the ground |
| Hopes and dreams and all those things |
| I’ll never see, said, I’ll never see |
| Life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life |
| Life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life |
| Life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life |
| Life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life |