Traduzione: WASP. L'eretico (The Lost Child).
: Picked up by the police, only seventeen What did he do, what did he say? His father left him as a little boy His mother turned tricks just to buy his
Arise from hell And join the crusade Come forth and rise The banner of hate Remnants from a distant past is all that remains The glory is lost, but the
die But gang land's alive when mothers cry Cause hate's blind addictions, a killing machine And it burns on the fuel of shattered lives - lost child, lost child
il frappe la balle contre les murs oui, tellement sa galere de sa vie s'en bat les glaoui, en echec scolaire il seche les cours, traine devant l'ecole
?Que no importe lo que diga este ska, que no importe, si no lo puedes parar? ?que bien me la estoy pasando , bailando este ska, que bien me la estoy
you can't lie you know you want me Give me a little time, Ill make you change your mind Im ready if you will so baby let's chill [Verse One:] Settlin
ve had ya'll tight yo, I spit this tellin' ya'll to live with this I could've had you in the bank now you lost your rank you gotta blame only yourself
There is nowhere for black youth to go To be taught by brothers and sisters who knows what it means To be a black child or a white teen In the end the
Al and Ron-G, Stick to Kiwi T-O-B-E, and 3-8 and D My peeps at A.G., Smooth and Big D Wild Child and 3, Duke and Jimmy D Them boys off Botany, Lil' Ke
[Verse 1:] I'm Standing Here I'm Half Way Dead I'm Like A Child With No Family I'm Helpless(Ooh, Ummmm) Knowing Girl I've Done U Wrong Please Forgive
those words and how they chided me, when patient was the hardest thing to be. Because we can't make up for the time that we've lost, I must let these
room. A day when love came, came easy like what's lost now found. And you would save me, and I held you like you were my child. If I were you, defiant
If not for anyone for yourself Cause you have nothin to prove to anyone else We don't longer have a sheperd now, we're lost sheep Have to open your eyes
Though underhanded, to be the man it was planned All my road dawgs, official mob niggaz love to act up The first to bomb we rob niggaz I can be, lost
the ghetto. easy From the cardle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child
get up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up Chorus Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier ooooo child things are gonna