Living in the Gangsta's Paradise
we keep spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta's Paradise
Tell me why are we -- so blind to see
That the ones we hurt -- are you and me
Tell me why are we --
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life
There's just no rhyme or reason
only this sense of completion
and in your eyes
I seeTheMissingPieces
I'mSearchingFor
itMightSoundMoreTha
It is the soundtrack of your ever-flowing life
It is the wind beneath your feet that makes you fly
It is the beautiful game that you choose to play
When you step out into the world to start your day
You show your face and take