Living these hard times Full of freezing nights It's easy to forget the way home No one's helping you Cause nobody set the rules This time you gonna make
Living these hard times Full of freezing nights It's easy to forget the way home No one's helping you Cause nobody set the rules This time you gonna
men No, God's favorite prophet was All-American I'm gonna take you back to Biblical times: 1823. An American man named Joe living on a farm in the holy land of Rochester, New
sit down We?re dancing at the ceili All the boys we loved so well So handsome young and charming They?re in New York and Boston now They should be home
89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit Crossin 8 Mile into Warren, into hick territory I'd like to share a story, this is my story and cant no
the eve of his 21st birthday, he set out on his own He was 30 years and runnin' when he found his way back home Ridin' a storm across the mountains and
class If she's mine she's going homee with me Baby girl, The way you're running your thing that I pay up the line The way you're touching your body and
the whole flight. Had a dream about it goin', (down, down) Woke up and saw my plane comin', (down, oooh well) Missed the palm trees, Sunshine everyday, New York's my second home
pain harm and danger Youths are the new leaders To become the new doctors and lawyers I said the youths are the future to become the new doctors and
it's mainly shit talking I break new ground while many fall short of the high land, they tir-an Missed the point like saying 'it's that way' to a blind
So we took the beer back and I FUCKED HIM IN THE ASS!!! It's Charlie Scene got egg nog in my flask The holidays are back and all my presents are wrapped
falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn - I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn back [Verse 1: Immortal Technique] I once
blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
in the summer came back, in tact and on track But the fact of the matter, is I still felt cold Even after my mother, hugged me, cryin' at home My real
Good Job Get 'em up way high Gimme gimme that high five Good times Get 'em way down low Gimme gimme that low dough Good God Bring 'em back again Gimme
Sorry my jewlerys so gordy Slid into the party with my new pair of Maurys America meet the gangsta Shawn Corey Hey young world wanna hear a story? Close
