Peace like a river flows within me Love like a waterfall pours on me I'll never be alone, can't you see Peace like a river flows Like a river flows on
Peace like a river flows within me Love like a waterfall pours on me I'll never be alone, can't you see Peace like a river flows on... Hope is a fire
Traduction: Troisième Jour. Paix.
: Peace like a river flows within me Love like a waterfall pours on me I'll never be alone, can't you see Peace like a river flows on... Hope is a fire
Ms. Janet Jackson , you dig? aight aight You know what I'm saying? And look, I wanna thank the whole St. Louis for supporting they boy to stand on from day
confidence and peace Sometimes dreams come true Third milllenium, mankind is hopeful, Hopes for kids As a kid, I dreamt I could one day be in a great
(intro) Jamaica you are my likkle Africa woyy yeah heyyy (verse 1) likkle Africa I'm a third class citizen puppa ridin inna babylon across di Schengen
diddly-i-dee/district was leaving... Intended to die ... Ottoman ...long gone through... I've got to say, irritably and... ...floors, hard enough to put on ... per day
Twenty of them thangs, ten on my street Hundred at my crib, ten fo' a beat Fifty on a Caddy wit' the swine suade seats Twenty on a bike, third world peace
now. Uhh I have millenniums of material and rivers of rhythm An entire ocean of emotion that's enlightening to swim in Also a forest of feeling, beaten paths of peace
it's the Patti Dooke (It's the Patti what?) Runnin' through the trenches (Oh!!) Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's Dooke [DOVE:] Just the other day
And your number And I'll get back to you. Once again it's another rap bandit Fiending at I and I can't stand it Wanna be down with the Day-Glo Knocking
(feat. Common) [Verse 1: Common] I spent my day so, First I pray yo, then I lay low, looking for the halo Or more yayo, my lil' angel, reminded me to
I'm from: the Third World son, Been to many places but I'm Third Torld-born. Guerrillas hit and run where I'm from: the Third World son. You polluted
day I'll probably walk with a limp And drive a big Lincoln Wearin an unbuttoned shirt And be a fifty-five year old pervert But for now rap's the occupation But one day