I'll reach out my hand and you'll turn the other way. I'm only trying to extend myself, to communicate. I try and I try and I try, there's no response
if I don't try I'm gonna fall, I'm gonna fall... My hands are bleeding, this thread cuts through my veins; But it's all I've got to hold. I hang and pray
your pretty face. Like when I said that no one better, no one better could take your place. Betrayal - lies: Lies thick in the air. And should the bottom fall out
We can't separate. We cannot cut the cord. We can't deny to relate. More ignorance we can't afford. We cannot quiet the truth. We can't quiet the undertone
How can this be, I fought so desperately. Was too afraid to show what I had inside. But I believe in redemption. And I believe in redemption. And I believe in redemption. Children
Try to make me just another pebble on the beach. A green mind twists the plan. A cold hand trying to silence me. You reach out to grasp me, but I'm out
you're near, Bringing peace again Dali cujete sve djecje molitive? (Croatian translation: 'Can you hear all the children's prayers?') Can you hear the prayer of the children
I'll take your ass out! " It's a trip how history repeats itself, for real And the things you said to me now, I say that to my children [Hook:] Nobody
for my turf I ride or die for Makaveli the legendary war thug ni**a Kadafi betta unslug this ni**a, Seike betta undrug this ni**a Out of the buildin we street children
s why we bye bye daily Knowin cops trail me But why cry Floatin while we tokin on this potent branch Flossing in the thug stance, flipping pockets out inside
he loves us ?til the end Even with complications Through sins occupation For Gods concentrated There?s no condemnation The Holy Spirit inside He comforts like no other He convinces us we?re God?s children
will scream until my lungs turn Inside Out. Inside out I can feel the walls closing in. I'm alone in a crowded room. This is innocence: a dying bloody mess This is children
they enter cave so cold Close the gate and enter the world beyond Light will never be seen again Trapped inside now, words will not feed Children cry
for the soul Never sold self for its weight in platinum and gold but Man we're getting grown Wisdom got us thinking in the interest of our children even
s role, fed the children and then walked the dog And when times got tough there was just about enough But they saw it through without complaining For deep inside
you out here tryin to save yourself some people today You got the good book in your hand and the robe on your back Steppin out your 2008 Escalade Cadillac
campaigns It's all economics, hard times and trick-knowledgy Champagne, caviar, psychology Practice to be me, strivin for equality Buildin, I believe the children
