"I Will"

Verse One

I just thought I’d let you know
But I’ll be there, come rain, sleet or snow
And don’t be fazed when you see my size
It’s more of me to hug if you start to cry

Look, my number one concern is your safety
And not to let the atmosphere drive you crazy
Perverts and rapists, they like your breed
They like to strap you down and insert their seed

Oops! I didn’t really mean to scare you
I just said that in order to prepare you
Life is a b*tch, but I here to lessen it
When I’m around, there’s no need regretting it

And if somebody bad tries to hurt you
I’ll kick their ass, leave them super bruised
And if they really want it play it hard
I’ll be on them like Costner did in “The Bodyguard”

Chorus (X2)

(I will) I’ll be the one to guide you
Look girl I’m right beside you and
(I will) I’ll be the one to carry the gun
You can go home and run and…

Verse Two

Now that you got me, be cool; relax
I can see awkwardness on the edge of your back
‘Cause you’ve never been used to a guy like me
I mean, when’s the last time that you were free?

To do what you want without second opinions
Just give me that chance for a new beginning
You’ve been hurt a lot; I can feel your pain
Would you smile if I start to sing “Candy Rain?”

Let’s take a walk, and enjoy the scene
While the air fills your lungs, so nice and clean
I know you like flowers, so here are some roses
Graceful like you when you do those poses

I can see that you’re now relaxing
We’re talking, and you do a lot of asking
My answers carry no stress or doubt
I’ll be real to you, if you let me, I’ll then shout

Chorus (X2)

(I will) I’ll be the one to guide you
Look girl I’m right beside you and
(I will) I’ll be the one to carry the gun
You can go home and run and…

Verse Three

Look, I had this really bad dream
That you were kidnapped from notorious teams
They knew that you mean a lot of me
And until they get paid, you would not be free

I saw your helpless muffles and crying eyes
I wanted to protect you; that’s no lie
I was willing to do it, but they had to say
That they wouldn’t harm you in any way

I give them every piece of money I had
They check it out, and they seem to be glad
But alas, one takes a gun and shoots
Your head tilts, laying dead in your stoop

I’m screaming, and suddenly I wake up
You’re right next to me, so nicely tucked
It’s still just a dream, but I feel the chill
But I’ll always be there, yes I will.

Chorus (X2)

(I will) I’ll be the one to guide you
Look girl I’m right beside you and
(I will) I’ll be the one to carry the gun
You can go home and run and…

I will! (Fade)
© 2006, The True Bonanza

Verse One

On these days I wonder, “Is this just a dream?”
Junior status, LC, only 19
I got my first job; now I’m making money
$5.40 an hour, yeah, that’s really funny

But I only sought this kind of work in desperation
Making dough is only part of my appreciation
I had to be a man and pay some hefty college bills
Life has been wild since my grandma’s fated expiration

Every day she’s not around gives Bonanza chills
Her lack of steady income is further indication
My mother’s working hard to get up out of this
But a schoolteacher’s salary, man, that’s really sick

It’s been a long time since I last prayed
But I was told the Lord works in mysterious ways
With so many rights, there seem to be these wrongs
I really hope to correct them in Bonanza’s song

Verse Two

It’s time to shift from a dream to reality
There are consequences to new responsibility
I really seem distracted in my current studies
‘Cause I don’t really see the need of gen. Ed’s, buddy

Trying to maintain my current GPA
But it’s hard in a class I can’t make an A
Like Psychology, seems to be the sure bet
Four tests, flunked two, this is bull—

It even had my mom calling on my low grade
It’s a steep price that Bonanza paid
But I’m still at; battle isn’t over
Two more years until that diploma soldier

Come fall season, I’ll be a role model
For the freshmen, the lessons they will follow
It’s news like this that ceases the misery
And it also shows there is still hope for me

Verse Three

Are you there, God? Yeah, it’s me, Bonanza
There’s a lot I want to say in these last stanzas
I want to thank you for getting me this far
Amidst the tragedies, depression, which I have scars

You made a family that always stuck beside me
You are the only real reason that I still breathe
Truthfully, Satan isn’t competition
Before I enter your heavens, I must complete this mission

I want to get a degree with a nice job
I want debt’s voice, silent like Bob
I want to finish my album for my fans to hear
In the hopes that they know that I’m sincere

But to do this, I must be patient
And piece together all of the information
The lessons that ensure that I’ll be strong
Cause all I really need is Bonanza’s song

(End)

© 2006, The True Bonanza

Verse One

It’s not an ordinary Friday night
‘Cause I’m packing fire
And I am far from tired
My girls and I are headed for the sweetest delights
The vibes of party music
Our bodies grooving to it

But I see that we’re attracting others
Lusty eyes at our thighs, every different color
They ask us for a dance, but they soon discover
That it takes MORE than just these simple utters…

Hook

Ferocious temptation
Devout fascination
The showstoppers have arrived

In order to win us
We need no beginners
The strongest shall win the prize

Verse Two

A guy’s been hitting on me most of the night
His constant use of “baby”
Was not enough to sway me
Lacking subtlety and confidence, he’s losing the fight
But then came someone else, and he introduced himself

He was suave; that’s a plus for Bella
Kept it short and didn’t beg like the other fella
Even my girls approved via acapella
The party got wet and then he propped his umbrella (ella)

Hook

Ferocious temptation
Devout fascination
The showstoppers have arrived

In order to win us
We need no beginners
The strongest shall win the prize

Verse One

I’m breaking free from your verbal chains
Because you’ve put me through so much pain
One moment, you’re calm,
But the next, you get mad and destroy things
It’s utter madness; he can’t be trusted
I need to leave now, this man’s corrupted
Packing while he’s sleeping,
I don’t tell him where I’m moving
Time’s not on my side
Soon, he will open his eyes
To see that I’m not there in my cell
And he’ll search ‘til he drags me back to hell
If I stayed there, I’d be losing
I refuse to let him catch me
And control the things I’m doing

Verse Two

It never used to be like this
At the start of the relationship
He didn’t say that I was obsolete
Worked a good paying job right across the street
But he was let go, then his confidence waned
That agonizing thought wouldn’t exit his brain
I assured him that he’d be working again
But every job did nothing to help this man
So, he’d take his frustrations out on me
Since they won’t approve him, I tried to soothe him
But his temper grew inhuman
I endured it for far too long
Trying to run away from all those wrongs
I won’t let him catch me
And control the things I’m doing

Verse

From a very young age, I was following Christ
Tried to shed bad behavior and do things right
But there was always temptation-
The cursing that I heard around me
Which led to further contemplation

I tried to resist it as long as I could
From these demons who had wanted me away from the good
Snuff and drinks, even using Christ in vain
And it got so stressful; it was eating my brain

My temper and depression, they went through the cracks
Only by letting go could Bonanza relax
I still have morals, but I’m much more lenient
And to say that I don’t would just be inconvenient

The goal now is to live each day as my last
And not dwell on bad things that I did in the past
I got support from family and Chris Vetrano
Stay up, man, mi tercero hermano

Verse One

Constant workloads give me stress
Yet I try to do my best
Taking all these stupid courses
To worthy mother’s monthly checks

I thought that things were going swell
But I lied, I’m inducing hell
I keep having these bad visions
Of what I’ve wanted most: revenge

I’ve been depressed, insecure
And since then, I’ve been writing more
I truly think my enemies
Are keeping a closer eye on me

And it sucks, but I’m too afraid
Cause I do most things in passive ways
I know this method’s not the best
To achieve my true success
(Can a negro just…)

Chorus

Take deep breaths (why?) I don’t want you dead, boy
Take deep breaths (why?) I don’t want you dead, boy
Take deep breaths (why?) I don’t want you dead, boy
Take deep breaths, no quiero tu muertas hoy.

Verse Two

For stress, I guess I’ll list a sample
I’m hoping that this sh*t is ample
I met some chick my freshmen year
So opened minded and so sincere

I wanted her to hear my tracks
Although the quality was whack
A few were pretty personal
And I believed that I could trust this girl

She promised me, or so I thought
But a few months back, sh*t, I got caught
She told the group that I dissed in song
And smiled as I was grilled upon

Once a good friend, turned to snitch
Was once was a girl is now a b*tch
Deception, she had used the skill
To make me feel this ill
(Can a negro just…)

Chorus

Take deep breaths (why?) I don’t want you dead, boy
Take deep breaths (why?) I don’t want you dead, boy
Take deep breaths (why?) I don’t want you dead, boy
Take deep breaths, no quiero tu muertas hoy.

Verse Three

LC, año numero tres
People said it’d be the less
Than the first two; they lied again
I’m doing even more work, my friend

Westover with the frying power
The minimum wage is just too sour
But it keeps me occupied
And something is better than nothing, guy

Keeping up with my 17 credits
Maintaining good grades and merit
There are some days where I can’t bear it
And that’s when I just take deep breaths

Or just call home to hear my mom’s voice
And I never regret this choice
I can’t let pride get in the way
When my days are feeling gray
(So I gotta just…)

Chorus

Take deep breaths (why?) I don’t want you dead, boy
Take deep breaths (why?) I don’t want you dead, boy
Take deep breaths (why?) I don’t want you dead, boy
Take deep breaths, no quiero tu muertas hoy.

© 2006 The True Bonanza

Verse One

How can a 40-year-old with a Cadillac
Be so ugly, and look like she’s toting crack
But what’s f*cked up, is she got away with a crime
When our cars crashed, 10 p.m. in the nighttime

The b*tch claimed that she had a green arrow
Which doesn’t make sense ‘cause my light was green
Yet, I wonder, if I had suffered some peril
Then I wouldn’t be here to describe the scene

The cop comes; the b*tch and I tell our sides
I tell the truth; Howard, though, brings in the lie
With lack of witness, the cop makes a decision
Got issued a summons, and I stood there wishing

That this was a mirage, but I wished in vain
b*tch got off scot-free, so she couldn’t complain
Mentally distraught, I start to lose hope
Cause the truth got punished with a binding rope
So I say…

Chorus

Middle finger to Miss Howard
We all know you’re a motherf*cking coward
Lying ass b*tch, and you’re twice my age
Yet you wonder why so I’m so enraged
Let me tell you the truth…

I HATE YOU MISS HOWARD
And I know you’re a motherf*cking coward
I mean, you really shouldn’t be so shocked
Go back to Berkeley and suck your flaccid cocks

Verse Two

The next morning, the cop retracts his deed
Cause a witness came forward in record speed
But my car’s still f*cked, and that b*tch is paying
Court date’s waiting, and I’m constantly praying
For the justice this negro was denied before
Now I had to do was walk through the door
And give my side, but alas, b*tch denied it
Lies up her sleeve, she still retried it

The ending result wasn’t what I expected
We both got nil; the decision contested
That since b*tch and me had differing sides
And witnesses who said what occurred that night

Created this bullsh*t stalemate, damn
Now my car’s still a wreck from that f*cking jam
I mean, there’s no other way I can fix it
The fee is 2 grand, and it’s thanks to b*tch
That I say…

Chorus

Middle finger to Miss Howard
We all know you’re a motherf*cking coward
Lying ass b*tch, and you’re twice my age
Yet you wonder why so I’m so enraged
Let me tell you the truth…

I HATE YOU MISS HOWARD
And I know you’re a motherf*cking coward
I mean, you really shouldn’t be so shocked
Go back to Berkeley and suck your flaccid cocks