man can make a baby But it takes a real man to be a father Talking about a family, the kid, you and me It's not a fantasy, but it's reality You see love
what I?m talkin? about? That?s why I?m gonna play this shout The wall between Reality and fantasy Sometimes so small and now so tall The wall between Reality
reality, the only kind of reality Maybe my foolishness is past and may now at last I'll see how the real thing can be Dreams are my reality, a wondrous
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balcon y se cargo a un pobre peaton. APAGA EL TELEVISOR, Reality Show TELEVISION TERROR, Reality Show EL SHOW DEL HORROR, Relity Show TELEVISION DOLOR, Reality
La violence et la haine qui resident dans les cites, Ne sont que les actes d'une minorite, L'information ne cautionne que l'insecurite, Jamais ils ne
it a dream or is it unreal reality? All around me is such unreality, Optical illusions as far as my eyes can see, Is the whole thing a fake, or the ultimate reality
my gun they might blast at me Real niggaz, real shit, reality Who gives a fuck if you niggaz is mad at me Fuck around with Warren G its a tragedy Real niggaz, real shit, reality
Invisible walls And chains Are capturing Our souls The dungeon Of reality Is baring Our thoughts From unconfined Envolvement Help me To fight against
See the great white star Over Battery Park Then a flare glides over But I won't look at that star Oh, my nuclear baby (One who spotted a star) Oh, my
If a man could beat his own fancy Then to only breed in captivity Is pointless I've been doing what I like when I like how I like it's joyless Only you
God gave me the sunshine, then showed me my lifeline I was told it was all mine, then I got laid on the late line What a day, what a day and your Jesus
out of reach below my weightless body a red and golden ocean spreads The licking flames are shining lava right ahead ignore impending dangers appearance and reality
How do you rate the morning sun? After a long and sleepless night How many stars would you give to the moon Do you see those stars from where you are?
We're the futurists in the bistro Where the music is for weirdos We like it different, we like it strange In our own way we haven't changed I got my
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