Bringer of rain, mother of heaven's tears 'least you hide my own, least you hide I swear you touched my heart A thousand aeons worth of hopelessness...
Traduction: Funéraires. Ce qui aurait pu.
Freedom isn't found inside a visa or a crown And even the voice of reason couldn't speak it out loud (But) Mortals are immortal when their soul has been
of an E.Y.E. you will become a memory Dang, I would never have my gun on safety Cause I been feeling the strangest feeling lately (Chasing money you
's look at Precious Too dumb to see what's goin down (too doped up to ask questions) Used to be comrades (but now we blast on sight) What could be so
Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat) (50 Cent-between Banks) G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x) (50 Cent) I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up
what "Life's After's" like B.I. Frank White, your "Bad Boy For Life" No matter what the public say we gon' prove It ain't another MC that could fill ya
out of my business Death has severed all my friendships, it's been hell ever since I've been here All these fake niggaz come to my funeral, look at them
's my snare, I have no snare in my headphones, there ya' go, yeah, yo', yo'... Have you ever been hated or discriminated against, I have, i've been protested
side of this unswept street Could this be the beginning of the end? I once thought it better to regret Things that I have done than haven't Sometimes
nuttin wrong, snap your head to the song Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong And I say to myself, what a wonderful world But what
same life in a world that?s not fair. (chorus) What if kids could go to school, And didn?t have to worry about there peers being cool. Or what if it
