Hurt You Mate Faze: Back In the Day I Used To Roll With Like 30 Mates Never Had Clean Money Always Had Dirty Plates Be It Now *Were Grindin An Washin For Like 30 Days* ?? Now
em I still got my Nike boots Let me enlighten you, I am the brightest of the youth The booth can?t do it I provide to it It?s by youth with the mind
winning Just when I thought I could not be stopped how can I be sure Heaven youth hell Drunkenstien : da da da Beastie boys sample : hold it now...
screen I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen I
dropped And when I saw it on the news I see busta girl killin 'Tasha Now I'm screamin fuck the world, in the end it's my friends, that flip-flop Lip-
, snortin' up his drug, bad enough they want me to choke My boy just got poked in the throat, now its a R.I.P. Shirt in my coat Now I'm speedin' reminiscin
cold The juvenile Has the key to the end The juvenile in the end That is why we are here The road will take us to the end Tomorrow's foe is now a friend
Breton cause playing at Olympia. To teach the Breton youth to dance, I did it for a reason, Instead of dancing foreign steps and not just for a season. And now
your youth be stripped away from you Sleep my precious, the darling Rosamond May nightmares lay with you...revenge is mine! There must be something everyone has missed The end
a new start 'cause everybody's gotta die sometime yeah but baby don't cry Now possibilities I'd never considered, are occurring the likes of which I'd never heard, Now
hearts Every man would have a friend That right would always win And love would never end This is my grown-up Christmas list What is this illusion called The innocence of youth
in vain. Now the times are changin'; love has come to bloom again. Smelling the air when spring comes by raindrops reminds us of youthful days. But now
the red iron pits ran plenty. But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches Tell you now that the whole town is empty. In the north end
And everyone would have a friend And right would always win And love would never end This is my grown up christmas list What is this illusion called the innocence of youth
to see I ran so fast that time, and youth at last ran out, I never stopped to think, what life, was all about, And every conversation, I can now
I'm meaner in action Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer (?) And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in the wild hood As a hazardous youth
From africa We was once happiness pursuers Now we back stabbing, combative and abusive The african and arab go at it they most muslim Used to be moving in unison Disputes would end
