Paroles:
Sad Boy Sam

I believe I got a temper Every time you read my mind I just feel defenseless Tied up and blind Never really had this tension. Trying to restrain

's me Lord I never wanted to be a Thugfather I only wanted to be a son of a father RAHH, that's how it sounds, it's sad Worse than the war in Iraq when

mode And the story keep on rollin', out from a sad man's tongue Left my mama and papa's nest I got the fever rambling my bones Papa said: my boy, take

An' nigga, I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin' It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya' boy

only one thing that will do To make this heartache end To be back home again (sighs) Boy in audience (Liston Bates, spoken): He sure looks sad. Girl sitting next to boy

(kinky friedman, van dyke parks) An l.a. coke-dealer, a georgia faith-healer A boy scout and a junked-out joan of arc And they've all come together through

and sometimes it's me, Lord I never wanted to be a Thugfather I only wanted to be a son of a father That's how it sounds, it's sad Worse than the war

at Texarkana Yes, boys then keep on through That Flyin' Crow, whistle Sounds so lonesome and sad That Flyin' Crow, whistle Sounds so lonesome and sad

letter from your home town makes you sad You read it when the warden's had a second laugh He said, "Sentimental rubbish ain't got no place in here, boy