Lyrics Angry - Bobby McFerrin
Hold
on
now,
don′t
die
now,
be
strong
now
He
said,
I
was
born
a
crack
baby
In
a
plastic
bag
in
the
alley
Raised
in
a
foster
home
With
no
mother
to
love
and
I
never
knew
my
papi
Back
in
the
days
of
Bobby
McFerrin
Used
to
sing
don't
worry,
be
happy
Lord
how
can
I
be
happy
When
I
don′t
even
know
my
own
family
tree
Lord
We
are
the
next
generation,
we
ain't
scared
to
die
The
only
thing
I
fear
is
the
after
life
Cos
I
don't
know
what′s
there
on
the
other
side
But
I
pray
the
Lord
forgives
me,
gives
me
one
more
try
Gang
poppin′
things,
doing
drive-by's
and
angers
Kids
going
to
school
putting
fears
in
their
teacher
The
teacher
let
them
know
that
it
ain′t
all
good
Cos
the
gang
was
created
to
protect
the
neighborhood,
now
All
you
red
now,
all
you
blue
now
All
you
yellow
now,
follow
me
now
To
that
place
of
righteousness
Where
the
only
thing
that
matters
is
your
consciousness,
he
said
We
are
the
next
generation,
we
ain't
scared
to
die
The
only
thing
I
fear
is
the
after
life
Cos
I
don′t
know
what's
there
on
the
other
side
But
I
pray
the
Lord
forgives
me,
gives
me
one
more
try
In
my
father′s
kingdom
there
are
many
mansions
All
the
rooms
are
free,
there
is
no
tax
collection
I
can
see
Biggie,
Tupac,
Moses
and
Abraham
Jason,
the
one
and
two's,
jamming
with
the
sun
of
man
I've
been
kicked,
I′ve
been
stabbed
I′ve
been
shot,
I've
been?
by
a
Person
that
I
thought
I
trusted,
where
I
live
It′s
a
war
at
the
cribs,
walk
with
a
strap
Myself
cos
I
don't
want
nobody′s
son
on
my
back
My
mind
playing
tricks?,
to
really?
Me
out
in
five
unless
I
take
another
hit
I
done
seen
the
sun
set
on
the
other
side
of
town
Now
I'm
drifting
in
the
darkness,
Heaven
hold
me
down
???
But
I
know
I′m
born
dying
Feel
the
tears
of
the
angels
looking
down
on
me
crying
For
a
lying
ass
but
yo
forgive
us
in
a
while
And
I'm
sorry,
never
let
me
forget
that
I'm
your
child
While
I′m
locked
up
in
this
basement
staring
eye
to
eye
with
Satan
In
this
cold
dark
world
with
no
patience
We
get
plotted
on
by
agents
with
talks
of
replacing
The
Africans,
Jamaicans
and
the
Haitians
in
this
next
generation
We
are
the
next
generation,
we
ain′t
scared
to
die
The
only
thing
I
fear
is
the
after
life
Cos
I
don't
know
what′s
there
on
the
other
side
But
I
pray
the
Lord
forgives
me,
gives
me
one
more
try
Whoa,
we
the
next
generation,
look
at
what
we
facing
The
kids
raise
themselves,
all
kind
of
temptation
Flowers
and
candles
decorating
all
the
pavements
No,
the
perpetrator
ain't
seeing
no
arrangements
Nobody
cares
about
the
feelings
of
the
poor
Man
they
suffer
while
we
spending
eighty
billion
on
a
war,
uh
Cutting
school
budgets,
US
stockmarket
plummets
Condition′s
only
worse
and
I
wonder
what
become
it
Metal
detectors
replace
music
classes
Angry
little
kids
wanna
beat
their
teacher's
asses
The
red
and
blue′s,
somebody
gotta
lose
Reality
TV
be
reality
for
who
I
don't
question
what
the
Lord
found
in
me
I
just
pass
it
on
to
folks
with
no
boundaries
Got
a
long
road
ahead
of
us,
AIDS
already
gettin'
us
Now
we
got
stars,
how
many
will
there
be
left
of
us
We
are
the
next
generation,
we
ain′t
scared
to
die
The
only
thing
I
fear
is
the
after
life
Cos
I
don′t
know
what's
there
on
the
other
side
But
I
pray
the
Lord
forgives
me,
gives
me
one
more
try
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