I.O.U. Much, For everything going in the world,
just makes you sit down and reflect on everybody
everybody I.O.U Much That said a kind word or a
kind gesture and I owe so much to so many.
Although i took a path not commely chose, and
people might say i look thuggish in cloths
although i still hear my peers sayin zane u aint
gonna make it, i can still hear the voice sayin
"I know you gonna make it" My Teacher
ms.johnson always had a kind word, not once said
my dream was obsurd although i looked as school as
chore, class was so much more i love to see that
lady limp thru the door, althought she was much
much older she coulld still relate, she had a son
of her own that got a son my age. and the reason
i've been sayin that she was and has is cuz a year
ago ms.johson passed. and although i wanna see you
to say i owe ya, im so glad i got a chance just to
get know ya look at me ms.j im on tv.and if i
could i would of told god to take me, take me
(i owe you)
I.o.u much, so much baby so much, to much words
dont explain it
[chorus x2]
Listen...and to my mother how could i begin to
repay, nine months hard labor and a place to stay,
thru the years you were there when i aint have no
way show me how to make a catch and to my father,
whos a straight hustler, make money outta dirt,
boy i gotta love you, i had parents when my
friends didnt have nobody glad you stayed and
stuck together when it got rocky, i coulda give
you the world woulda make a dent, toward the
things u unselflissley lent, you gave your time
and your effort never mention the dough and listen
i could go on some more, left your youth, for all
days, to raise you, my cost to crime never gave me
a chance to raise the roof, i might be the one
spittin these words in this booth but i had is
yours and that's the truth
I.o.u much, so much baby so much, to much words
dont explain it
[chrous 2x]
I O U for all the times, for all the times you've
protected me, for all the times i coulda been
harmed and i wasnt, i owe u for all the good
people u put in my life, to guide me, support me.
i o u for every breath, every day.
to god can i please write a i o u cuz monatary
figures just wont do, u can pull a plug and let a
straight bullet hit me, instead i feel protected
like u really love me, i coulda been in new york
when the planes hit, or been chillin with aayliah
when the tail flipped
i can be your missing child or stuck in the
system, i can be a rap artist with no one to
listen, i guess it jus wasnt in ur design, it
looks like you only wanted zane to shine, so how
can I pay you back when i owe so much to ya, I
pray u take my soul when its time to come to ya,
so i bring flowers to ms.johson for a class in
heaven, and my moma a dimaond necklace with a
visible sentence, and my pops who loves a
cadiallic with rims and such, and to god, can my
soul be enough?
I.o.u much, so much baby so much, to much words
dont explain it
[chrous 2x]
TO MS JOHNSON, (I OWE U MUCH) to my parents for
all your help and i cant forget god (I OWE U MUCH)
just makes you sit down and reflect on everybody
everybody I.O.U Much That said a kind word or a
kind gesture and I owe so much to so many.
Although i took a path not commely chose, and
people might say i look thuggish in cloths
although i still hear my peers sayin zane u aint
gonna make it, i can still hear the voice sayin
"I know you gonna make it" My Teacher
ms.johnson always had a kind word, not once said
my dream was obsurd although i looked as school as
chore, class was so much more i love to see that
lady limp thru the door, althought she was much
much older she coulld still relate, she had a son
of her own that got a son my age. and the reason
i've been sayin that she was and has is cuz a year
ago ms.johson passed. and although i wanna see you
to say i owe ya, im so glad i got a chance just to
get know ya look at me ms.j im on tv.and if i
could i would of told god to take me, take me
(i owe you)
I.o.u much, so much baby so much, to much words
dont explain it
[chorus x2]
Listen...and to my mother how could i begin to
repay, nine months hard labor and a place to stay,
thru the years you were there when i aint have no
way show me how to make a catch and to my father,
whos a straight hustler, make money outta dirt,
boy i gotta love you, i had parents when my
friends didnt have nobody glad you stayed and
stuck together when it got rocky, i coulda give
you the world woulda make a dent, toward the
things u unselflissley lent, you gave your time
and your effort never mention the dough and listen
i could go on some more, left your youth, for all
days, to raise you, my cost to crime never gave me
a chance to raise the roof, i might be the one
spittin these words in this booth but i had is
yours and that's the truth
I.o.u much, so much baby so much, to much words
dont explain it
[chrous 2x]
I O U for all the times, for all the times you've
protected me, for all the times i coulda been
harmed and i wasnt, i owe u for all the good
people u put in my life, to guide me, support me.
i o u for every breath, every day.
to god can i please write a i o u cuz monatary
figures just wont do, u can pull a plug and let a
straight bullet hit me, instead i feel protected
like u really love me, i coulda been in new york
when the planes hit, or been chillin with aayliah
when the tail flipped
i can be your missing child or stuck in the
system, i can be a rap artist with no one to
listen, i guess it jus wasnt in ur design, it
looks like you only wanted zane to shine, so how
can I pay you back when i owe so much to ya, I
pray u take my soul when its time to come to ya,
so i bring flowers to ms.johson for a class in
heaven, and my moma a dimaond necklace with a
visible sentence, and my pops who loves a
cadiallic with rims and such, and to god, can my
soul be enough?
I.o.u much, so much baby so much, to much words
dont explain it
[chrous 2x]
TO MS JOHNSON, (I OWE U MUCH) to my parents for
all your help and i cant forget god (I OWE U MUCH)