Voce e assim um sonho pra mim e quando eu nao te vejo eu penso em voce desde o amanhecer ate quando eu me deito eu gosto de voce e gosto de ficar com
ball until you fall Just ball till you fall It don't stop y'all [x4] [Verse:] I'm the substitution, I came in this game as a helpin' hand In the post
measured by tradition, or any type of 'ligion, huh Not even cosmic dimensions and such But many fools, they try to post a duel Try to post a front but
a change We are all a part of God's great big family And the truth, you know, Love is all we need We are the world, we are the children We are the
game I'll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold
You've been my golden best friend now with post-demise at hand can't go to you for consolation cause we're off limits during this transition this grief
her left titty New Yor, New York yeah we bigger than the buildings Do it for the love of the art and the childrens And throw paper machet inside of ya
't need you to love me I've got my sister, I can't feel her now She may not be here, but she's still mine 'n I know, she still loves me I've got my children
't Need You To Love Me I've Got My Sister, I Can't Feel Her Now She May Not Be Here, But She's Still Mine 'n I Know, She Still Loves Me I've Got My Children
children Frontline Logon Tune in Stand and be counted Wounded Stationed In the belly of the vulture Watch your back Theres no civilians Women children
"Food Gathering In Post-Industrial America, 1992." When the last decrepit factory has dumped its final load of toxic waste into the water supply and
lack of better stimulation Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons So sedation compensates for unexpected vacations (Thank you ) That's my pre-gratitude Post
say the odds against me, are crooked and impossible Like I was born with a hole in my heart is an obstacle I was left to die by the doctors, in the Children
t fuckin care If I ain't strapped that means I took em off my Nike Airs Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children when I ride mine like bitched
fightin Lost lives in the Towers and Pentagon, why then? Must it go on, we must stop the killin Tell me why we die, we all God's children [Chorus
is what she left behind An apartment cluttered with children's toys, Photos of good times In the bedroom, there's sheets on the windows There's a four poster
way like money in the post holier than most is how you used to act walking round with your Bible spitting out quotes like they were facts paint it black men women children