You can go to Harvard You can be a pilot You can be an astronaut But first, be a woman, ooh ooh... When you're walking down the street Show your feminine
Traduzione: Miguel Bose. This World - Leonor Watling.
[Verse 1:] Until the lion learns to speak The tales of hunting will be weak My poetry hales with in the streets My poetry fails to be discrete It travels
Can I be unhappy? Look at what I see: a beast in furs and crowned in luxury. He's a wealthy man in the poorest land, a self-appointed king, and there
I can dream the dream The dreamer lives inside of me It's just that way And I can only reach What I believe ?cause I can't reach Beyond my faith No,
I want a chance to tame the lion To be a brave smile in the face of danger Heads will turn I want to bear my soul to the stranger Lay my head in the
Your intentions were always left unsaid, pushed them below to get yourself ahead, they trusted too much, lost it all for a chance, feel the strength
For too long, we've ignored the signs, too long spent biting tongues, turned our backs, we walked away, left alone with nothing to say, now we've
Oh yeah. So this is how its gonna happen, words we wrote, and choices made. Don't spend, another fucking second, waste your breath, convincing me,
Tell yourself its true, understand why i never trusted in you. Always you, and the shit you cant prove, your world will come crashing down on you.
Your just a voice in my head, suits me fine, your not really there, so blend back in. Same old bullshit, more bad news, i don't need to here it. Your
Faithless, ive lost whatever i had, streets are crowded and filled with disease, wasting AWAY!!! killing time, never set us free, hopeless, weve
Taught to believe you cant help yourself, too much faith, too little strength, problems confront every single day, you cant take it, you cant take
I'm not ready to be fucked over and out. This inst happening and ill have the last word. Your 99 in a 100 crowd, no heart and always out to take. I
Been sentenced with 9 to 5 not busting our asses trying survive my mind's so far from clear what the fuck are we doing here not the best of the best
When did it become routine to follow the weak In a world led by hypocrites, Rapists, liars and thieves. With empty threats of false prophets, You'll
Talk and talk ,so much to say back it up, face the truth not a threat, just a fact see right through ,the way you act sick and tired of letting this
Under the watching eyes of a world That doesn't sleep but doesn't see We're dragged into a situation where They take away our right to freedom, Justice
