Lyrics:
rain was falling down
Upon the dirty ground of London Town
People pass me by on my imaginary street
Ordinary people it's impossible to meet
Holding
life through
We're side by side
Just a groom and a bride
That's all I ask of you
Now most of my plans have crumbled and faded
May this one come true
She came into my life and made the living fine
She fills my heart
She fills my heart
With very special things
With angel songs
With wild
rather change the people
And definitions 'cause we're defined by our legal roles
All your haters fueling, my needle broke
Lord I ain't a broke nigga
came into my life and made the living fine
He fills my heart
He fills my soul with very special things
With angel songs and wild imaginings
He
to some,
Made easter sunday
The name of the rising sun
The story is written
By so many people who dared,
To lay down the truth
To so very many who cared
Oh Maria, Maria
She reminds me of a West Side Story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She living the life just like a movie star
Oh, Maria, Maria (ayo,
proud story, this is my land
Life fade away, and my body is laid to rest on the ground
May this comfort fill my soul more on the land, i know
That
time.
She came into my life and made the living fine.
She fills my heart
She fills my heart with very special things,
With angels' songs, with wild
stories about
When you passed through town
But with that, it was all before I locked it down
Now you hang from my lips
Like the Gardens of Babylon
My Music Hustle
Real pain for a real nigga
This small world made me feel bigger
When life gives you the blues
Use that pain to make a teal picture!
Come and listen to my story
Come and listen to my song
I will tell you of a hero
Who's now dead and gone
I will tell you of a young boy
Whose age was
Come and listen to my story, come and listen to my song
I will tell you of a hero, who's now dead and gone
I will tell you of a young boy, whose
like I need you
Nights warm and tender
Lying next to you
Girl I surrender
Oh, what more can I do
I've spent all of my life in search of your love
yeah
Well, now my story's over, baby
And I ain't gonna tell it twice
Well, you better start listening
Or get out of my life
Or you're gonna be
or believe beyond myself
See my life going by each moment I am alive
I keep reaching out, holding on, hoping
Somewhere in my life
Theres one light burning
I
was on the way
On the road to dreams, yea
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams, yea
The street is cold, its trees are gone
The story's told,
I fear
So by closing my eyes
I am anywhere but here
There's no need for anger
Religion or faith
One glade of grief
Will always remain
It's
have a sandwich and remember
Then it's me and my machine
For the rest of the morning
For the rest of the afternoon
And the rest of my life
Now my
eleven years old
I always had that dream like my daddy before me
So I started writing songs, I started writing stories
Something about that glory just
musta seen me comin'
Ain't this life so fuckin' great
When the shit hit the fan
It was all I could stand
Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer
My body's
the Savannah
A hope and a dream at the edge of the sky
And your life is the story of the wind
Your life is a story like the wind
I'm searching for
of fire
Oh tell us we're going home, tell us that heavenly story and oh
Tell of that homecoming glory it's my favorite story by far
'Cause it tells us
stories
Of the storms out on Lake Erie
Where vessels and cargoes and fortunes
And sailors' lives were lost.
Yes, but it's my life has been wasted,
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