and live for it, then it lets you down Fight for life and it's all i see Fight for life until it's through with me You fight for life then it's through
Traduction: Des sols. Combat pour la vie.
, I don't like guns I don't like roses that I step on for fun in the first place, 3rd Bass? I'm at home Waitin for the pitch so I can chrome your dome
all began We fight to win I won't give up, we'll fight to win To move along from where we'd been I'll sing this song for you again I'm looking up around
the West, Ww saw a host of dark skinned warriors standing still below the ground, Waiting for battle. The fights begun, they've been released. Killing foe for
Flow So Irie And Merry To Perfect Sun Life Trees Grow Sif Life Apple And Cherry Rastafari Neva Go Now Fiya Burn Cannibal Dreddy Heights Of Da Flames Of Life For
Generations tremble Clinging face to face Helpless situation To end the perfect race Flashing senseless sabers Cut us to the ground Eager for the life
for me The hours pass so slowly The life's slipping out of me Is there a way out for me? The hours pass so slowly The life's slipping out of me Is there
the woman of the soil The sick consideration of many heart, is to pollute and currupt the black woman, ah bear fault This fight is not for fame this fight is for
is sinking I will try to pour all of myself into this life Before I die Such turmoil, let's make the blood boil Make your time count or rot as the soil Life
never ask more of you The faithful companion that fights every war with you Before the mortal view of the prehistorical, historical He's the all and all, you searchin for
and enhance Presidential fees, blood from overseas Spilled, uphill, peace of mind I'm, waiting for, waiting for the time Inner soul craves, for guidance For safety for
for me? The hours pass so slowly, the life's slipping out of me Is there a way out for me? The hours pass so slowly, the life's slipping out of me Is
lieutenants and killers all on the squadron With po-po's on payroll, huh, lavish vehicles, they only make life fo'-up Front row seats at the fights,
Demmel, Flynn] Land Of Old, This Soil I Now See Turns Grey. Looking On, I See Crowds That Stand Against Tyrant Guns, Blow Them Away. All For The Sake
