disguises in place of what you could be Youre not worth my thoughts You''re not worth my feelings But I still feel the effects; its never ending The past
De l'epopee adolescente ou l'innocence est une douce pente. Pente, qui nous mene tout droit vers les debuts de la tourmente. Qui au fil du temps, va
Si j'existe c'est parce que ma mere existe, si ma mere existe c'est parce que ma grand-mere existe. Si je suis la c'est grace a mon papa, si mon papa
Dans le fond d'un tiroir, il decouvre une histoire Une partie de sa vie qui s'etait endormie Souvenirs en noir et blanc agite le sommeil du temps Eveillant
struggle that inspires men to stand up for their rights. And should we fall down by the wayside in this ever-changing world we can look back to these heroes of our past
Mon amour, je t'ai prepare des pates au basilic j'ai pris soin d'y melanger les trucs auxquels t'es allergique faut surtout pas t'inquieter pour l'arriere
C'est drole de te voir ici Ca doit faire une coupe d'annees C'est fou comment t'as pas change Au fait, t'as plutot embelli Qu'est-ce tu fais Ou tu travailles
Si il y a, des mots, que je ne dis jamais C'est qu'on m'a trop souvent mal aime J'ai, en moi tant de doutes, que les autres ont semes C'est l'amour, que
the day looking through these tears i'll always look back and remember that night as you lay there looking over that casket seeing your face times of past
I'd have a ?? Down south in a town you never heard before Dealin wit weight Columbians would murder for ?? cats I keep burnin' for furthermore I'm the nigga every freak press be in a sleek s That'z
'm gon be hustlen till I loose my miiiiiiiiiiiiind... till I loose my miiiii iii iiiiiiind [Verse 2: Z-Ro] November 16 2000 was tha day my niga robert earl davis past
pants And I got no problem hullin myself cause she my queen Half the time I spoil her half the time I'm tryin to get her out her jeans Z-ro still a gangsta
matter how much for this Put it on my neck and my wrist White ones, red monkey's and a blue? meoshay? Got fifty people waiting just to do what Z-ro say
[Z-Ro:] Who is my friend who is my foe, I just can't tell no mo' Cause seem like everywhere I go, somebody got a problem with Ro It might be somebody
than a G But nevertheless, I'll say it again Z-Ro the Crooked know the key to survival, is fuck friends [Hook:] Friends, ain't no mystery why Z-Ro don
Running up and down the block, chasing change And off a million faces, there be a seven year case So we gotta be careful, when we slang [Z-Ro] It
[Z-Ro] They say he was flipping out till, losing control of his mind Moving fast, in a world that ain't ready for the pace focussed on his grind Who am
