Lyrics:
the only thing I dream about when I get to sleep
First of all Hip Hop is my life, My Culture
The pure picture that I painted from my pen ships mark
See it
Never forget that you are gorgeous
You are beautiful and flawless
You are worth the wait there is no other
For this reason man will leave his father
connection,
I can hardly hear you
But look, buddy,
Can you please get that stuff up to my room in a hurry?
I'm so hungry
We shall send it up by the southern
I am the king, tell me you love me don't owe you a thing
Is livin' a sin? Stuck in a cycle where I repent
Then I will forget and do it again
Hearin'
The underworld watches in horror
As this marks the day that
3 of America's most notorious outlaws
Will be executed for their crimes
Together
with the offering basket
Arbitrator over all things good
To her we bow, as all good children should
We can then stroll to the edge of this earth
Glimpse
grace and finess had my love incurable
Little red beady marks trickle down her closed eyes
Whenever there's static she'll make it all right
She was there,
the lock, to leave your scar of a mark
Your eyes point my direction, I'm not their reflection
You conquer by division since his love's prisoned
Mastered your
daughter I love you.
We're holding on barely so by the pain we know
My faith is lost my soul is sore and I wish to live no more.
My love and light keep
always legitimate, dedicated, and honest.
We always put the plans we have created into action effortlessly.
People will always desire the things that I
a year went by so fast
Time to see - What we have - Time to see
Turn the projector on
First shot Roger
With the Fender guitar he just got out of hock
weak he will pick you back up to stand
In the end
Before we think of things that we miss
Let us understand every single day is a gift
God be our strength
(Often we will overlook the things that make it undercooked)
We can make it hard
Or we can take the world apart
Or you'd never be that sure
his take on why
We aspire to be" It’s almost a
Disease to be a perfectionist nothing is
Ever quite good enough what
Is it like to look at
Things and say
What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough
If you will, to be saved, not in a religious sense, but not
and bright spotlights.
We were brothers through it all.
And your song will play on without you.
And this world won't forget about you.
Every part of you
door
(Ayy, ay ay-y-y ay) picture this
We were both butt naked bangin'
On the bathroom floor
How could I forget that I had
Given her an extra key? (Ayy,
(Help the children)
A generation's trying (bombs and crack)
Oh, how we're dying
(Dance, help them)
Will you let them be? (Help the children)
Will
Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate
Make no mistake, this shit as real as Joe, we follow the killer's code
When we come for you, tell me where will
that's set before me
In Him I will complete
In all things we are more than conquerors
Not death not life nor hell nor angels can conquer us
In all things
The streets will speak for it
We ain't standin'
Freeband Gang
I dedicated every damn thing to this
I had to take a loss so I could cherish this
the 12th led by the one
We will emerge slowly as not to draw unwanted attention
Yet the sound of war-cry will spell fear on the lips the the horde called
"what's
The purpose of this task?"
Someone smiled at her child
And she said "this is a trial
It's a test and the best will
Be judged by all the rest
Now my
Words & Music by Hank Snow
Darlin' I am, oh so blue, found the things that I gave you.
You returned them when you said that we must part.
I have
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