for every mother?s son A thorn a winter rose, some highs and then some lows That?s the way it?s spun, for every mother?s son Every mother?s son
'm a traveling soul And every mother's son Although I'm getting tired I've got to travel on Well I'm a traveling soul And every mother's son And I'm
Traduzione: Humble Pie. Ogni Mothers Son.
Traduzione: Traffico. Ogni Mothers Son.
every mother?s son A thorn a winter rose, some highs and then some lows That?s the way it?s spun, for every mother?s son Every mother?s son
After this war is won You say no sacrifice too great But every soldier is a mother's son Every soldier is a mother's son Every soldier is a mother's son
who they are No man has got it made If he thinks he does, he's wrong (chorus) Every mother's son better hear what I say Every mother's son will
Like every mother's son When I saw my life had begun I wanted to be someone Like my brother and my one and only father And like every mother's son
and sky Tomorrow is my friend, my one and only friend We travel on together searching for the end I'm a traveling soul and every mother's son Although
buried Never got to see they dreams For everything I touch you touch For every step I take you take For every breath I breather you breathe Every dollar
the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. June 16, 1971 Mama gave birth to a hell raisin' heavanly son
's when I started hatin the phony smiles Said I was an only child) Look at mama's lonely smile It's hard for a son to see his mother cry She only loves
we still plaaayyy [Verse 2] Now shit's constantly hot, on my block It never fails to be gunshots Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
could Tell me you would give the son and die for the sins of the world My daddy would That's a love like no other Not my father not my mother not my
when I spit the verse the shit gets worse then worcestershire sauce If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time Every verse, every line
a low, then it bubbles slow All y'all haters.. [9th Prince] Eh-yo, I seen True on the corner of Decatur and Marcue Garvey Ready to assassinate son like
(feat. Swizz Beatz) [Ace Hood] (Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle) [Chorus] Same old shit, just a different day out here tryna get it, each and every
