well don' t turn around Be strong, hold on we will carry on I'll take your burdens upon my shoulders By the grace of God we will carry on
See, I've been blessed to be raised by a woman so strong Cause even when I did things wrong You would show me just the way that I should carry on You
! [THE KING:] By all the gods of Hyperborea... a legacy shall be wrought by our blades... our legend shall live forever! Hear me, Angsaar! My humanity
by the people in the street. In a sane society wealth and possession would not be an asset. * A few years ago a politician was on the radio Saying that
encounter this guy Unable to give a rebuttal but swift as the pain flood his eyes wonderin why he's a gift with no purpose A priceless one-of-a-kind piece
a hoe My niggas move slo-mo like robotic clones I'd rather be alive and paid, than dead broke My life is like a thin line, on a tight rope A fiend with
watched you grow up, thrive, prosper and self destruct/ Find the jewel in circumstances that sucked but still you stuck/ A husband and a father, a brother and a
Mantra:] The stigma of a flower, pistol in a hair piece A static symbol of a mind, that impeach The legacy on the mound, he was known as Saint Tropez
(Soldiers) Better hear what I told ya (Told ya) We rob before we go broke, man We robbin' y'all, all a y'all, all a y'all Y'all my dogs If ya call or
way I don't no how I did it but But I will carry on 'til I die I ain't gonna lie, I make broke look good More time I supply just tryna get by You should
see I've been blessed to be raised by a woman so strong 'Cause even when I did things wrong You would show me just the way that I should carry on You
the depths of darkness And born again by candlelight And born again my candlelight Blisters on my feet Wooden rosary I felt them in my pocket as I ran A bullet in the night A
want it to rain On my best friend's grooming, we all had visions of you We broke nights, God, knowing you cared Peace, nigga, only for a minute and I'
it Be is to be a born, knawmean? Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays Carving by nine swordsmen to a needle point of perfection It's a blessing
that he quotes Isaiah/ that shows our savior targets oppressed captive blind and the broke I'm saying/ He had a heart for the poor had a heart for the
THE FEAST Thenardier Ain't it a laugh? Ain't it a treat? Hob-nobbin' here Among the elite? Here comes a prince There goes a Jew. This one's a queer
t it a laugh Ain't it a treat? Hob-nobbin' here Among the elite? Here comes a prince There goes a Jew. This one's a queer But what can you do? Paris at
