Here?s a prayer for the body buried by the interstate Mother of a soldier, a tree in a forest up in flames Black valley, peace beneath the city Where
Traduzione: Iron And Wine. La pace sotto la città.
peace on earth and mercy miled high [Chorus:] No mountain too high No city too far No coma tonight No city tomorrow No fire too live No city too charred To treaty to sign No city
the hospital They gonna get shot, too The fast one bringing that AK Better walk, then we even When I leave and flees to Cleveland Now, murder 'em and rest in peace
The cops are taking a break down at the coffee shop ?cause all was peace and quiet out on the city block Me and Marie are laughing and we cannot stop
the clown offered peace We will have been conditioned to accept that too, But peace can not and will not be maintained through passive acceptance. Peace
es lo que esta pasando aqui?" (What is happening here?) [Doobie] All my indeginous, vigorous, rigorous Mic beligerent, acts be delivering Sound city
up, red dot 'em up, fuck the ransom shit Hit the safe, brick city case, back to the whip Then we lace, back to Bk, all beneath, relaxed in the pj's Splittin
a golden city, New Jerusalem come down Twelve jasper walls and gates of pearl/Such splendor all around And he tells about a river of life that flows beneath
Well I was shacked up down in Mobile With a girl from New York City. She woke me up one night to tell me That we weren't alone. She said she saw
Peace Killah Priest Peace, wassup man? Chillin baby I'm with you Yo.. I wanna know what's goin on Ever since that Basic Instruction, Before Leavin Earth
to tell, I wrestle with angels like Michael L, spending nights in Jail, beneath the hells dungeon, with the drunkest tounge kids, we all haunted and unwanted, forgotten city
Dedicated to all the soldiers we lost in the struggle Probably losin' the World War three niggas Rest In Peace [Chorus: Mac & singer] See I'm beneath
point.yeah, that's the point I'm trying to make [Hook:] One rhyme can't change the world, but sill I'll never back down Speak my peace on microphones
stacked high beyond and beneath Son i been plenty places in my life and time And regardless where home is, son home is mine (chorus) Some people live out in-New York City
This fallacy. A welcomed haunting silence ringing through the city. Sorrow floods the streets. It occurs to me. I haven't seen. Where you've been sleeping. Crushed so deep beneath