This is a song about "A new day a new way"

We will see a new day, and say goodbye to our sorrows

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

I can create a new way for your brain to think and operate

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

And get a new plan, momma's got a new man

Hoping that's the way the future goes, hoping you won't hit a new low

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

But it's for blood i'm starvin', every day another face on a new milk carton

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Day turns to night a new year starts

Than me, find a new endeavor

And there's little to be glad for

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,