contain what has already been said before. The message enclosed will be the one we dread the most. Coming generations will learn that our kings were
my lines it's hot tho. You see tha bitches i fuck with. you know its real i swet em to man i get em too man i stay on they heels. Fuck a parkinlot everyware
like an animal I like the rock'n rolll, the funk, the jazz and hip-hop Suckers get loud, I drop em I like ( ? ) I'm Bronx Bob, bring the beats and I'
Stevie Wonder, just to see what he's seen But then I'd take 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we
girl in the limo with us You may think that's enough boy but I think not Charlie kick his face again I think you missed a spot I roll down the limo window
what was true for me Even though I know that time will make it right I miss the way things used to be I'm only human And I may never know All the reasons
wish Beside the fairy tree (chorus) I never will forget him For he made me "what I am" Though he may be gone Memories linger on And I miss him, the old man I
our souls with darkness and evil, Let our will be done, give us the freedom we miss This is our will and this is your will, May our will be done. Ho
day you'll be burning in fire I'm glad you missed me while you were booking your hotel down there Now Christ came back with our soul salvation Saving
in your eyes, Miss Vincent You told me once I made you smile But we both know damn well I didn't I'm not much of a jester, but I'd test poisoned food
highs I fill you up with butterflies Crown the heads of kings Be glad of first night nerves For fear gives courage wings Fear gives courage wings If I
free Get off my balls you niggas ain't taking nothing from me 'Cause I done mashed, for my cash And if I got to go now I get down and mash I'm still
and bright deep in your eyes miss vincent. You told me once I made you smile we both know damn well I didn't. I'm not much of a jester but I'd test
see your girl in the limo with us You may think that's enough boy but I think not Charlie kick his face again I think you missed a spot I roll down the
When we play them on our own (chorus) I never will forget him For he made me "what I am" Though he may be gone Memories linger on And I miss
