Hey, everybody's looking but they never can see, All the angst, corruption and the dishonesty. Think about the times and places you've never known, You
He gives us all his love He gives us all his love He's smiling down on us from up above And he's giving us all his love He knows how hard we're trying
[WC] You niggaz can't fade this nutty-ass cutthroat Maad Circle villain Leanin, scheamin in the Gremlin Sippin on Mak Duk, on my way to Compton to pick
A lot of people ask me, am I afraid of death Hell yeah, I'm afraid of death I don't want to die yet A lot of people think, that I worship the devil That
You're keeping in step in the line Got your chin held high and you feel just fine 'Cause you do what you're told But inside your heart it is black and
verse:1 i need christ thats the only thing i know i really cant read write im strangled by animosity from my own people baby its hard to be nice my face
Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck We don't give a fuck,
is it just me or do you feel a little strange is it just me or do you feel a change now is it me how about you? isn't it strange at times a little fast
Welcome to the tilt-a-whirl All you mutha fuckas are gonna die Everybody, you're dying everyday constantly I'll kill myself right mutha fuckin' now And
I think it's the heart's desire for every person in America and Canada To succeed worldwide, yeah, success is one thing That's the motivating force behind
Black cloud on the sun, I turned my collar up And walked from your door up to the county road Oh yeah, what luck, the timings been rough on us Right then
I don't give a fuck They done push me to the limit the more I live I might blow up any minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon While
I don't give a fuck about your Girlfriends I don't give a fuck about your Man boo I don't give a fuck about your friends And your friends ain't shit,
Lord I give myself, I trust in You mighty God My Saviour and Your mercy and love Overflows and my soul rejoices Lord show me Your ways, guide my steps
I felt like I was spinning Didn't know what was up from down I tried to fix what I had broken Was scattered all around It's seems that every time I try
THEY DON'T GIVE MEDALS (TO YESTERDAY'S HEROES) WRITERS BURCH BACHARACH, HGAL DAVID COPYRIGHT 1966 You should have been there when I was twenty You never
Como gasto papeles recordandote como me haces hablar en el silencio, como no te me quitas de las ganas aunque nadie me vea nunca contigo. Y como pasa
I sold your Rolex To buy that gold Versace dress I set free your whiny French poodle So you can get your beauty rest And I did it all for you I did it