How will I know when I?ll meet an angel? How will I know that I should go, baby, go? Oh baby, how will I know when I?ll meet an angel? How will I feel
Traduzione: Blue System. How Will I Know.
Mama said don't do crack and smoke you know 'Cause it will make your nose grow like Pinnochio Since I was only 15 I had to listen To what was said for
cold hip-hopppin I'm not sweatin it, man, I'm just flowin Just to let the people know that I'll keep goin Oakland, California, that's where I'm based
is, and forever will be a luxury I'm a soubrette columnist fathering doom document Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant [Verse One] I know
motel tonight Gotta lot to say, and I wanna know if it's right 'Cause when the system shuts down There will be nothing left to do but fight But I gotta
the other side So don't ask me why I'm hurting inside, I'm hurting inside [Hook x4] [Al-D:] How long will we kill eachother, man I know you don't wanna
how the humans bleed As I sit up here and wonder "bout how you sold your mind, body and soul Looking at the fields so green I know this sounds obscene I
mad jumpy I don't really care, I don't really care, I don't really care You know what I'm saying You know what I'm saying, this is to the zoo
Crystals forming on my dishes so I wash until dismissal Wash until my prints are wrinkled then they let me go I know not where I'm going so I know not where I
thing in your mind is how youre seen by the system Be willing to go to those extremes for your vision Shit Im no smarter I know Im fuckin retarded I just know
price that we pay How can we be so fools? The Heaven was there and now there?s only darkness How we can achieve it Where are the old trees? I can only
when I'm alone like this I wonder how much it's just institution. What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did
ever touched Los Angeles I found life was much more suitable Cause I'm the brother that makes black so beautiful I ain't slippin or down with a head trip I
sucker would She said "How does it feel" I said "Good" She said "You know this ain't the way to mix business with pleasure" I said "I know this ain't
they want it, cowards get it They still wonder how I did it Now y'all wit it, these niggaz see how I spit it Huh, these bitches see how I kit it You
with the wrong crowd, I learned my lesson Stressin all the things that I have not I pray to God I get my Uncle out the crack spot I hear mad shots, homicide
will die And only by action will any ideas solidify So I inhale, exhale as I ponder This grown man will make mistakes no longer I've been there, I've seen how
