pain with slow sustain Like a sad song lives on When the world wont take you back You know everyones the same Were all a part in gods song Cant
all a part in God's song When the world won't take you back You know everyone's the same We're all a part in God's song Can't live with this pain forever
Traduzione: Freddo. Canzone di Dio.
Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry Dear God.. Oh why, does it have to be this way, our children of today won't stay wise Let the children hear when thugs cry Dear God
Why should I care Like we holding on to love Thats no longer there Can you please help me God Bless me please Keep my seeds healthy Banging on my enemies Bleed While my G's
was the night The awaited Messiah would come A gift from above CHORUS Oh, star so bright Oh, heavenly light You filled Bethlehem?s sky with splendor Oh, God?s
gotta have God in your life For us to make it, peep this [50/50 Twin] You been on your cycle, almost a week Jump in the shower, dry off let's freak Ride
your face, The D's got 40?. They tryna find a rat or call it a cold case I know some niggas, some snitches I know some bitches who's scared I got some
face, The D's got 40?. They tryna find a rat or call it a cold case I know some niggas, some snitches I know some bitches who's scared I got some shooters
Intro] Yeah, let's take 'em back Uh huh [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold
[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro] With a grin that matched his own she said, "You're not a thief, are you?" He shrugged. "Do I look
[Aesop Rock] January, I fell to the cobblestone In April, I cut little paper flowers In August, I drank cold tea all my lonesome In October, I was introduced
shit BUMP But every now and then they say (he's wack) But deep down in your hear you and them dudes from Ridley's don't believe that Everyone's down
your pock's, out to get my fat knots like a gas attendant, makin, presidentes (Presidentes.. dead presidentes.. presidentes..) [Al' Tariq] Aiyyo reality's really the individual's
dog but it's not about the skills we have Because the city is sickly the need the Balm on Gilead Known for doin' things that's odd to see like the Iliad
beautiful song A cold game, and everything's a dollar sign And we focus straight ahead that's the bottom line This is my statement, no verse to hatred It's
the grill With cold c-notes on hotdays I chill You can see my greedy nature baby from a mile away It's like Vegas baby even if ya in the Bay You put this cold
