there's a chance you'll start listening. Do you hear the music play. Do you see the tears on my face. The volume is dying, and like a sweet song everything will end
there's a chance You'll start listening Do You hear the music play? Do You see the tears on my face? The volume is dying and like a sweet song everything will end
's a chance you'll start listening. Do you hear the music play. Do you see the tears on my face. The volume is dying, and like a sweet song everything will end
Traduzione: Kids In The Way. The End.
them chicken cluckin him See me I'm buckin men, this life we stuck with him I know the way out theres light at the end of the tunnel Fray out if I have
these rappers on edit, now let's get it (let's get it) [Chorus] Make this money, take this money (let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me
A.W.K] War, bullet holes in your car Right cross to the jaw, like the southpaw I'm bound to leave a scar, Dead End outlaw Coldest you ever saw, rough,
wisdom parallel with blur? Do you still see the pain [? ] deep? Or did you fight off the plight of the colonized mind? What of the rainy season, do the kids
die young Why the bad die slow and outlive everyone It's time somethin' is done For our young kids They growin' opus (??) That ain't the way to live Tell
never stop, when my mama ask me will I change I tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be tha same Until the end of time [Chorus: Brian McKnight]
watch tha joy end She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she Went out and had a church of kids
gray Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids They tell me not to roll with my glock
the way" -- Grand Puba Nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- Grand
. (Tell em bout it.) Last year was hard. But life goes on. Hold my head against the wall. Learn the right from wrong. They say my ghetto intrumental, Dextrimental to kids
eyes open now, can only say I'll try Until the day I die, I promise to be wise With my heart open free, brings only misery A way to tragedy, so I stay
I'll grow to be her It's a wonder they don't understand kids today so when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way And I hope that he answers me
