"It's so much i can show you, without rolling through beverly hills/Without money, cars, clothes or even ecstasy pills/I dont need weed to ease me when im stressing, fa'real/I just close my eyes and try to think how heaven feels/Just to feel good again, even though i know when i open them/Its back to the hood again where kids hold chrome with them/Just to feel protected cuz the videos are showing them/How to shoot fools and take they doe from them/Thats why i try to give my soul to them in lyrics i spit/They reject it cuz they stressing for material shit/They getting sick and tired of fighting over cereal gifts/Cuz they notice bitches go head over hills for the whips/And the chains, and the chips, and the range and the clips/And the guns, and the women and the fun/Living in cribs in the 'burbs, fuck the slums, they want funds/And they heard flipping birds is the ticket/They get it and they run with it/Some slip and fall, others pause, see the out come and call/On the Lord for some change cuz the game is too hard/To play straight by the rules, im trying to stay out the news/And make cake to buy food, fuck jewels/I think my soul glows bright enough, and fuck whips/I learn more when i ride the bus, and fuck gold/Its bad enough that we fight for bucks, and fuck hoes/Cuz in the end i need a wife to love/Plus heaven is the life for us, so God...Show me the Good Life"-Blu "Show Me the Good Life"
