Why me Lord, what have I ever done To deserve even one Of the pleasures I've known Tell me Lord, what did I ever do That was worth loving you Or the kindness you've shown. Lord help me Jesus, I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus, my soul's in your hand. Tell me Lord, if you think there's a way I can try to repay All I've taken from you Maybe Lord, I can show someone else What I've been through myself On my way back to you. Lord help me Jesus, I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus, my soul's in your hand

Why me Lord? What have I ever done To deserve even one of the pleasures I've known Tell me Lord, what did I ever do to deserve loving you? And the kindness, you've shown Lord Heavenly Jesus, I'm wasted and So help me Jesus, I know what I am Now that I know that I needed You so Help me Jesus, my soul's in Your hands Try me Lord, if you think there's a way I can ever repay, all I've taken from You Maybe Lord, I can show someone else What I've been through myself (oh my goodness) On my way back to You Lord Heavenly Jesus, I praise Him So help me Jesus, I know what I am, oh yes Now that I know that I needed You so Help me Jesus, my soul's in Your hands Jesus, my soul's in Your hands

Lord tell me why a white man ain't worth nothing in this world no more Lord tell me how you 'spect me to stand up tall and proud I did just what you told I done everything you said But the way I'm doing lately I could have stood in bed So Lord tell me why a white man ain't worth nothing in this world no more Lord tell me when a white man's gonna be all right again Please fix it Lord they took back everything we been working for When the riots tore our city I stood watch outside our home My kids crying daddy why can't they leave us alone Split level in Valencia where the cops reside We had to walk away and leave old memories inside Lord tell me why a white man ain't worth nothing in this world no more You can walk across the silvery moon and get back home all right But it ain't safe to walk the streets of your home town at night I'm a Lord man from the Lord land But a Lord man ain 't worth nothing in this world no more

I've searched the open sky To find the reason why Oh Lord, why Lord The color of my skin Is said to be an awful sin Oh Lord, why Lord No, I cannot understand No, I can never, never understand Oh Lord, why Lord I've got to live and give Much more than I can give Oh Lord, why Lord Oh why, why why, why why Why why, why why, why Lord In this world it is no secret All the problems and hatred Oh Lord, why Lord Why why, why why, why Lord Why why, why why, why Lord I just can't seem to find why My every move is so unseen Oh Lord, why Lord Why why, why why, why Lord Why this lonely man must try And can have no peace of mind Oh Lord, why Lord I just can't help but cry The tears won't stay inside Oh Lord, why Lord Why why, why why, why Lord I've got to live and give Much more than I can give Oh Lord, why Lord Why why, why why, why Lord I feel the weight of everlasting hate But my strength will not grow faint Oh Lord, why Lord Why why, why why, why Lord I'll wear the chains So every man must see the change Oh Lord, why Lord Why why, why why, why Lord I ask no special kindness I ask no special deed Oh Lord, why Lord Why why, why why, why Lord Only peace and justice Forever more Oh Lord, why Lord Why why, why why, why Lord Is it so much to ask Even of you To be the same as the Majority Why is it that I must suffer Without even a cause And no one cares Oh Lord, why God I've got to live and give Much more than I can give Oh Lord, why Lord Why why, why why, why Lord

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)