Grae] Don't you know that, time waits for no man Not fate, it's all planned I'm blessed just to know you I've loved and I've lost just to hold you
Jean Grae] Don't you know that, time waits for no man Not fate, it's all planned I'm blessed just to know you I've loved and I've lost just to hold you
on this velvety ground Where life's not depending on hours Onward they fly, cross clearest skies Power and beauty of wild, pounding life Eternally free, towards paradise
Got on a bus in Memphis Destination Rome Georgia ain't no paradise But a place I just call home I sat next to a broken hearted bride She was cryin',
her up to carry her away from the darkness to the light of day Across the fields of souls forgot through mountains of pain To the place paradise lost
for hours Picking out the sweetest flowers To lay upon the grave of a Very, very troubled girl Larissa woke up one morning Singing, "Hallelujah, yeah Remember me for my passion The paradise
now in the darkest hour I'll never see him now Oh I can take the mystery in the darkest hour And he won't hurt me now If we are lost in paradise Our
Got on a bus in Memphis, Destination Rome. Georgia ain't no paradise but a place I just call home. I sat next to a broken hearted bride She was cryin',
Well I thought that we could sit around and talk for hours About things I couldn't say to you, And things that we could never do and, This conversation
be As a traveller throughout time The spear that tortured christ was mine! Oh eva! Hold me once more, bite the apple Who needs this paradise, Who needs this paradise
I felt in me - "You're doomed eternally!" [Ref.:] "If you want to lift this curse of yours, Leave your home and walk the distant woods, See (the) Inferno and the Paradise
against you babe Its gonna be a rough night out tonight I better meditate you know Im fightin for my life I used to read the Bible and Paradise Lost
tides of time Slipped through our fingers as dreams do IV. Quietus From sleeping visions Daily were torn In waking hours
up at the table, still put dope in the bag And still got dope, under the mattress It was hustle before rappin', nuttin' before that and 12 years old, a lost
of destiny and the name of God And you can see them there, On Sunday morning They call it paradise I don't know why You call someplace paradise
, babe It's gonna be a rough night out tonight I better meditate, I'm fightin' for my life Well, I used to read the Bible and Paradise Lost Now it looks
sweetness of a new born child Its lost deserted reverence For my life and the stars creation For my life it's the same rejection Lost in life, I'll
can call mine? For years I have waded through bland mediocrity, watched my hopes sink in a mire of negation. Yet why pay the cost for a paradise lost
