memories from the start, the time has flown Where's the ending and the start? Is she's still in your heart? She's still in your heart
Traduction: La centrale électrique. Toujours dans votre cœur.
run memories from the start, the time has flown Where's the ending and the start? Is she's still in your heart? She's still in your heart
hall since 1988 many did not think when they hear we come from this state still we're down like that, still we're down like that still we're down like
Would you believe me if I told you your tomorrow is my yesterday? But be alive. I know that we will, the world keeps on moving but I'm holding still.
For the one In your life right now Don't underestimate The power of your word You can tear one down Build one up With the power of your word So why
re wipin' our fingers on a Texaco road map I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still Well, at
mention of God's divine intervention I'm incredible I'm inevitable and there's no possible prevention I'll hardly (have to) scream my dream and I'll have your undivided attention The powers
reposing Christ by highest heaven adored: Come, your circle round Him closing, Pious hearts that love the Lord. Come ye poor, no pomp of station Robes the Child your hearts
a week with the belt Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old I got stock in your flow and
(Uhhh) Playbook full of technique I'm playing for keeps Mouthpiece, put on your pads and tighten your clets (Yeah) -2- Check the stats the numbers don't lie Your
went a week with the belt Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin' yourself Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old I got stock in your
tumor from a brain (E-Roc: We're all cooped up so feel the pain) from four hundred years of exploitation Anesthesia provided by your local TV station
And set inside my fantasy leave everything that all your love is askin me From first to the last with me, I pray you keep your hands on me And let the hear your
He was carefully ignored No mention of the scuffle in the corridor But the questions still got asked At the nurse's station he was close enough To hear
do you understand? Hear my last broadcast-mic in hand Workers rise up-bear arms-the coup rapes it's own homeland Hold on th your memories ("disappeared
destiny inflated evaporated gone like a doo drop you try to crush me now hear comes a true drop of rhymes my coltivation atracting more brothers then Kennedy Station
clever But I'm looking back right into your eyes, so Don't you ever, never ever, think that I might trip or Slip right down your stairs Into your cells