? Are all these days of darkness leading to my grave? Oh-oh-oh a stranger to the light Oh-oh-oh a stranger to the light Facing the stranger Nature
Traduction: Incendie. Stranger To The Light.
realise? Are all these days of darkness leading to my grave? Oh-oh-oh a stranger to the light Oh-oh-oh a stranger to the light Facing the stranger
to my prayers We'll never hide, we'll face the glare You're the light I see to, raise the flame and blaze the fire Give me answer to my prayers We
under bitch we tryna rule the tunnels the tempest raining lighting bolts and fire rain ICP with mike e. clark again i wanna run with this hatchet wicked clown, blaze
angelled astray RIT:(x2) Give your life to the lord of light Keep your secrets and rain on me all i see mysteries We are not worthy in your black and blazing
gave a little cough With blazing wings I neatly aimed And blew his head completely off I've lived in this town for thirty years And to no-one I am a stranger
on my Timbs Modern lights got your frame bent Myalansky, fantasy, crash route, the certified member Ask permission before you kill 'em, you're nameless UFO's, domes, the strangest
, she looks ready to ride And what's that she's tryin' to show me ? What's that you're tryin' to show me ? Picasso moon, shattered light Diamond bullets
Waiting to breath, if you believe you can achieve, just look at me Against all odds, though life is hard, we carry on Living in the projects, broke, with no lights
feelin this Tec-9s with silver clips, my ? set's style? is still legit Ain't nothin changed You can tell I'm comin, cause the weather strange Armageaddon
they will be good without you They'll reminisce and light a candle but they talk about you "Relax no no it's okay Let me give you a light That's my
we know that life goes on [killa sin] Yo, melodic war chamber, bang ya, 36 styles of danger Murderous, floating in the myst of perfect strangers Killarm
and the best tapes Don't forget the vinyl, take girls break spinals Biggie be Richie like Lionel, shit You seen the Jesus, dipped to H classes Ice project off lights
Solomon Jones" Then I ducked my head And the lights went out And two guns blazed in the dark Then I women swooned And the lights came on And the two
Violent J) If I was a Serial Killer they would find all my victim's heads in funky ass gas station toilets And if I was a Serial Killer I would be strange
The Cremation of Sam McGee The Cremation of Sam McGee (Robert W. Service) There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun by the men who moil
