many tears they cried i wondered in the new world just to see the wilder side of life Chors. Shattered dreams shattered dreams all my life without you lord is shattered dreams
Because of the things I saw, I woke up from a bad dream, There were tears in my eyes, A neighbor heard my scream. I'd climbed the stairs to heaven, I
Telling me to go, But I could never run. (Chorus) Cos' in my African Dream Theres a new tommorow Cos' in my african Dream Theres a dream that we can
Noble of the Outlawz) Intro: 2Pac Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton- A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel
How sweet and happy seem, those days of which I dream Memory recalls them now and then And with what rapture sweet, my weary heart will beat If I could
Mortal eyes, looking through a veil of dreams, Hypnotized, and ever living soul with wings. Think you're god, but you never had control, Think you're
was a hot blooded - god fearin' - gospel girl The finest that I ever seen She's black coffee - little bit 'o cream Sweet brown sugar - my midnight dream
[Intro: 2Pac] Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Robbin
[studio demo from 1988, with charlie dominici on vocals. ] [an acoustic version with james labrie on vocals can be found on the ] ["acoustic dreams" cd
(Paul James, Kay Swift) I took each word she said as gospel truth The way a silly little child would. I can't excuse it on the grounds of youth, I was
false image of the son of man shall stand before God!!! It has begun The beginning of the end Yeah.. Yeah... yeah, yeah [Verse 1] The voice of racism preaching the gospel
't do Sometimes I don't like who I am When I look in the mirror my reflection is Uncle Sam And every night I have these weird dreams That a creature's
dealer the legend I've become CNN said I'd be dead by 21 Black jack I just pulled an ace You looking at the king in his face Everything I dream ma'fuckers
the narrow Nigga I still run with the four pound metals Still lacin' the tracks with the pain of the ghetto You boys livin' a dream like the Cosbys And
shooting at a colour TV The phones were ringing in the pink motel And the rest is history He was the King The last time I saw Elvis He was singing a gospel
(M. Jagger/K. Richards) I was driving home early Sunday morning through Bakersfield Listening to gospel music on the colored radio station And the preacher
I was driving home early Sunday morning through Bakersfield Listening to gospel music on the colored radio station And the preacher said, "You know
. What junkie says is not what junkie do, But it's all for you And the tricks he turns will always shine right through, But it's all for you. Like a dream
