man meet with the grave I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy I'm tryin to live life in the sight of god's memory Like that y'all [mos def] A lot
their car, check you out Why can't I shave and do my part to build man's home? Where do you live, man? Do you really live here? Why does my dream
the Eternity The dead will find their place in Valhalla And on lands where they waged their battles Following the voice of blood The way of our ancestors Memory of them will live
everyday, next man meet with the grave I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy I'm tryin' to live life in the sight of God's memory like that y'all
rockin' this from here to where the purges live To Brooklyn where the merchants live Next door to the murderers And bourbon is a elder man's medicinal alternative My memory
that this is happening to me So many years of being young, wild and free When I'm asleep I'm living like a refugee A plague upon my soul for all eternity
by the cold steel in the pages of time I lift this immortal song, in memory of our fathers and in honour to our gods! May the past return to live in the
head.Stars are fading- do they regret hopes and fears that they reflected back to us through all those years? Time is standing still until the dawn.Living
Living on the edge of falling down Like each day would be your last one Reaching for the stars that shine so far Take my hand it will be alright, you
light, allow yourself To reflect upon is thruth. In the crossroads you will find And adventure comes with time. You will see that when you live in this
not (under no circumstances) live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop) It lives for us We don't live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop), it lives for us We do not (under no circumstances) live
why I want the meaning of my life Do I try to live? Do I try to love? Art of life An Eternal Bleeding heart You never wanna breathe your last Wanna live
s that lucky streak without no warning It's the memory of cartoons on Saturday morning It's that classic culture that connects the country Through raw energy that reflects
(Kweli) We do not (under no circumstances) live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop) It lives for us we don't live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop), it lives for us (repeat 3x
next man meet with the grave I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy I'm tryin to live life in the sight of God's memory Like that y'all [Mos Def]
this from here to where the purges live To Brooklyn where the merchants live Next door to the murderers And bourbon is a elder man's medicinal alternative My memory
All that I am is due to you Do you see that you live in me Eternally I'll always be Connected and reflected to your memory Can you see me can you feel
why I want the meaning of my life Do I try to live, Do I try to love Art of life An Eternal Bleeding heart You never wanna breathe your last Wanna live