Good times and bad. Seen them both. Hope fly out the window. Fortune walk through the door. Learned not to believe. This is as good as it gets. Because we ain't seen nothing yet. Hands untied. But the same shuffle once again. Running all the time. Ain't going nowhere. It's a new page in the same book. It's a new game with the same rules. The lights go down. Fade to black on the set. And we ain't seen nothing yet. Saddled with bonds. Broken and in disrepair. Forty acres to a forty-ounce. Don't seem fair. The sirens rise and wail. Shadowed by Liberty's torch. As the boats that brought us over. Are slowly sinking off the shore. And we ain't seen nothing yet. This life a crime. A blessing and a curse. Chosen and unwanted. Displaced and usurped. I'd run away. But there is nowhere to go. So I'll stand and fight. And hope and pray. That the best is yet to come. And we ain't seen nothing yet