everything to loosw will be just will be just a friend yearning oh children children of love everyone seems like a little child like a suicide... inocence gone wild everyone seems like a little child like
Traduction: Love Like Blood. Enfants.
is just love, Is it true What about those who have loved Only to find that it's taken away And why do they say that the children have rights to be
the Nile evermore (We have come..) speaking the tongue of the pharoahes, descending from such (We have come..) in love of the ancestor, the struggle continues Loving
brain nigga I got problems I can't cope-with murder scene to keep me sane one love, to my nigga Moe, and one love to my nigga Redd and one love, to my
Trippin' off the jewels I'm wearin' My nigga I pack stern Police in herr, we ain't carrin' Pussie don't pump in blood Real niggas always show me love
I start to rise A hero in their children's eyes Now they give a fuck about us [Tupac] Some say niggaz is hard headed cause we love to trick Equipped
And when I start to rise A hero in their children's eyes Now they give a fuck about us [Tupac] Some say niggaz is hard headed cause we love to
, children send your child off to die In the streets of chalk where they lie Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry Dear God.. Oh why, does it have to be this way, our children
up by this world Little girl you hide your pain with all them games Gettin' high and sellin' ya soul who can you blame Nigga love you what do they love
Where is the love (Love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is
our children Dancin' in a sky filled with light May I feel your arms around me May I feel your blood mix with mine A dream of life comes to me Like a
right along Even though she knows Deep down inside She knows something was wrong No idle jubee dem couldn't Cotch pon my pillow Weh a love man for nike An ah love
I let my cheek slide down The cool smooth tile Feel the good cold stinging blood The smooth hissing snakes of rain . . . Once I had, a little game I liked
you say ([Hen-G:] bad joke I rather jack another brother, watch the gun smoke) Livin in the fast lane flippin like you're insane You won't stop until your blood
