Hip hop, do it till you drop. Don't stop, don't you ever stop. . This is it and you know, I'm comin' free style. To the club to see En Vogue, I'll run a country mile.
Oh how it hurts, like child birth. The wounds heal slow, you just don't know. At times, I don't know what to say. And all I do is pray, day to day. But still, I feel my strength might die.