which we see the image of CHRISTINE, a perfect wax- face impression, wearing a wedding gown. CHRISTINE moves slowly towards it when suddenly the image
truth In the mirror staring back at you. The image is cracked but so is the view, yeah. The strength of a tree begins in the roots That I tend bury
griffes me sont que image, ses crocs ne sont que mirage Obscure, c'est du cirage et le resultat Il reste devant ses dix pages a remanier son image
was everyone else So you're a fool to attack me For the image that you built yourself Just sounds more vicious Than I actually mean I really am soft Yes, I'm tender
-ils que l'horreur, Systematiquement, avec des notions de couleur ? Juste des images en noir et blanc, Comme pour symboliser le bon et le mechant. Juste des images
know I'll be alright Should my tender heart be broken I will cry those teardrops knowing I will be just fine Cause nothing changes who I am I am Rosemary's granddaughter The spitting image
en tendant les bras Eux etaient la, souriant, courbes devant moi Car je sais avec certitude ce qu'est la solitude Trop fier de cette image jaunie qui
les valeurs de vos nations Vu ! Vu que personne ne fait rien Vu que j'les vois moi, en vivant vainement La vie virtuelle a laquelle je tend Vu ! Les visionnaires
often solo Sometimes it short circuits then Sometimes it's a golden glow My sex Is invested in Suburban photographs Skyscraper shadows on a carcrash overpass My sex Is savage, tender
haze floats round the room The murmurs make it hard to hear The voices and the words The days seem to drag away My speech is sparse and tends to slur
tongue snaking they friends In the hood, it's against all odds, you spit 16 bars Fast money and them luxury cars I was formed in the image of God, not
Hold up Phillis Watch the beauty My camera sees things my eyes can't see I have it focused from here to eternity Catch the moment, catch the breath
pale Like petals thrown in the dirt Only silence is spoken here All that grows here is hurt And papa's roses Papa wasn't really a hardened man He could be tender
' when your feet cold, mines are sizzlin' It's plain to see, niggas can't fuck wit me 'Cuz I'ma be that nigga for life, this is not an image This is
to it, rock to it Don't let the nice guy image fool ya See there's a lotta things that you didn't know What I'm about to do might be peculiar I tend
But I know the talented devil inside And so we bond over raising toasts Two absent minds who paint the sky Two absent minds expecting to fly My baby does tend
Things are never as you say they are And you'd rather be somewhere else in time Anywhere, well you don't mind The legal tender was the motive for your