chance to live Still believe, land of tomorrow Still believe and our nation will be free Like a dream Without war and machines Still believe, way of tomorrow Still believe
to live [chorus :] Still believe - land of tomorrow Still believe - and our nation will be free Like a dream without war and machines Still believe -
my people fall off track, like a bad wig I dropped a lot of records, but I'm still broke Can't afford to stay in the Four Seasons, but there's still hope
hoe ass niggas, hoe ass bitches Know I'm saying [Z-Ro] I'm still King of the Ghetto, ain't a damn thang changed Still sip out the prescription bottle
Will our eyes see well beneath us, flowers all divine? Is there still time? If we wake and discover in life a precious love, will that waking become more heavenly
homies trying weed, now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies flee when they see me, believe me Even Thugs gotta learn
believe in? Put my faith in God, and Blessed and still breathin [singer + (2Pac)] Even though it's hard (Who do you believe in?) That's who I believe
I've been waiting For you to bring a fairytale my way Believing in a fantasy widthout meaning It's not okay I don't feel safe I need to pray Heavenly
This is for you Ms. Ann, Who is now with our heavenly father, Who made the real commandments. A-ma-zing gra-a-a-a-ace How sweet (How-ow sweet sweet
'm lost in the streets but you still remain next to me The blood that I bleed it flows through your veins Even in my lowest point I can still hear your
of death is... I fear no evil cause I'm protected. No weapon formed against me shall prosper Cause I'm walking with the heavenly father And I do believe
that you put me through If you don't wanna say Still love you anyway Never do believe my words When I try telling you my story Have no reason, still don
we failed We tried and we failed Try Cash on the nail Oh, it's just a fairytale And I don't believe in magic anymore Oh Jeane No heavenly choirs, no
heavenly shades of night are falling it's twilight time out of the mist your voice is calling it's twilight time when purple colored curtains mark the
