there's a chance You'll start listening Do You hear the music play? Do You see the tears on my face? The volume is dying and like a sweet song everything will end
's a chance you'll start listening. Do you hear the music play. Do you see the tears on my face. The volume is dying, and like a sweet song everything will end
Traduction: Kids In The Way. The End.
there's a chance you'll start listening. Do you hear the music play. Do you see the tears on my face. The volume is dying, and like a sweet song everything will end
quit this (Quit this) Crazy scene [Asher Roth] I'm a quit this crazy scene Cause everything you see ain't really how it be Please don't believe in that TV screen I'm sorry kids
Quit this) Crazy scene [Asher Roth] I'm a quit this crazy scene Cause everything you see ain't really how it be Please don't believe in that TV screen I'm sorry kids
off the 'crete, when they clappin' off the heat Then the yellow tape's trappin off the street But that's the way we was raised Preying to God, hoping that he keep us out the way
they put it out, Clue! Yea, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Maybe wouldn't be a million kids wit they faces on containers If cops pursue the same way they chase
chest shots, coming my way believe me (Yea!) yea best not stop at my gate, (Yea!) 3 cars, the rest** lot in the drive way, (Yea!) you know I got rest
wisdom parallel with blur? Do you still see the pain [? ] deep? Or did you fight off the plight of the colonized mind? What of the rainy season, do the kids
why we show hate When theres kids sayin mummy im starving hungry need food in my tummy Mammas crying out loud now cos she don?t got no money See she puts the kids
row and let him know whether he did it or not god has his back from the get go, a lil mama that's hustlin riskin her freedom, house full of kids and none
than the car that'cha put em on Y'all fellas ain't paid no dues Y'all just hustle for shoes and 22's Not taking care of your kids, y'all out there doing
fuckallayall dot com Run up if you want to nigga [Intro: Z-Ro harmonizing] Blues ain't the way that I lose How I get gray hair Take a bruisin the way
die young Why the bad die slow and outlive everyone It's time somethin' is done For our young kids They growin' opus (??) That ain't the way to live
tha joy end She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she Went out and had a church of kids As
gray Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids They tell me not to roll with my glock
them see the other way let'em all get paid,wont live to see another day. See they never got a breath of the sunshine, now the kids addicted and only