the mental door Where nothing is everything and everything is nothing Staring beyond the wall a thousand times over Seeing a part of them that is real
Traduction: Death. Rien est tout.
Where nothing is everything, and everything is nothing Staring beyond the wall a thousand times over [Lead: Chuck] Seeing a part of them that is real
earth is quaking, love is gone An act of god on What's been done Hopes and fears just disappear When you decided to face away Kill! Me and you, is this
seconds be hours ! May...my flight be higher ! My body's cold, so is my sight Quiet dead but still breathing Nothing's changed but everything, From condolences
all i know is, i'm proud to be your Son Papa if you can hear me...!! Tulisa: * Remember Everything That*you said The fights and the laughter The success and disasters, No! But nothing
praises to God, one verse is like a full choir My every thought is pain, strain and stressing me to death Everyday is like a rehearsal, that's prepping me for death
cause everybody dying Osama Bin Loden is dropping bombs man, in a situation like this How can I reach calm man, calm man, my nigga This is hard times
But steady keeping the world, I'm no preaching through the rap game The most evilest niggas nightmares, of my fondest dream Cause death rules everything around me and the cream, is
playing games Brought me back to reality, my sanity's now insane I be busting for nothing homie, I'm addicted to shots Blame my hood, cause that's just the way it is
us And if they don't know we gunna make em some believers Juicy Couture I can see you in that too Never wear nothing twice everything brand new Keep your
ruled, the, the, nigga kingdom and shit basically, you know what I'm sayin'? It was like, this is like an election... [2Pac speaking:] It is an election
gate But wait) No time for stalling (But death is calling) You wanna stomp on it somebody's gotta start falling (True, what I do from sun up) is for a
your mind is stricken I'm wearing my heart sleeveless and I'm always up for kickin' this is my favorite city pity everywhere the enemy From the beginning serious history nothing
death in her own wake. Crawling home with the headlights on, we scrape the skin from bone and disregard.. (the city is our guide) The city is our guide
wack as I creep around the back of the jet My forehead's wet I keep praying Thinking to myself my next life brings wealth 'Cause this one is nothing but
I pass this way again, you can rest assured I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting
