Come what May

Three little girls, not a care in the world...

Except for how there Moma is, and all their thoughts of happiness

But as they all got older, they all found out..

What life was about,

and the little one cried

all through the night...

Come what May.

We will have it our way someday,

freedom from hurt is only a dream away.

So she cried,

Come what May...

Come what May...

We will have it our way someday,

the penance we feel we've paid,

will soon dissapate,

So Come what May...

Come what May...

The second one she like to smoke, her dope

one more toke could take away the pain

the ones that she felt everyday...

She seems like a shootin star abouve our heads

always smilin always killin time...

but one day she realize things wont be okay,

if she smokes her life away...

So Come what May...

we can suffer on through one more day

strong as a rock will trudge on for another day

and We all thought it was a waste...

oh... Come what May.

Moma I feel a change a comin

Moma all this work was for sumthin

Moma all our pain is not in vain

I see a new hope today

So Come what May

it'll be our time soon someday.

A rushin sigh of joy will flood your face,

Oh...

Come what May...

Oh...

Come what May...