There's a real self-serving element to hip-hop that threatens its life span. - John Mayer

I was born in the arms of imaginary friends,
Free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I've been.
Then you come crashing in, like the realest thing,
Trying my best to understand all that your love can bring.<p>Oh half of my heart's got a grip on the situation;
Half of my heart takes time.
Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you
That I can't keep loving you (can't keep loving you)
Oh, with half of my heart.

Now if we had the power
To bring our neighbors home from war,
They would have never missed a Christmas,
No more ribbons on their door.
And when you trust your television,
What you get is what you got.
Because when they own the information, oh
They can bend it all they want.

I find myself in situations that I know would be unbelievable pictures and I have to gauge, Is this worth taking the camera out? Am I gonna lose the moment? Am I gonna get a dirty look from Sting?