Testi:
Lost Reality These Days

these flames and burn in these days I live in these days without a reason found I live in these days I die in these days I wanna in these days count

Coupes My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through But that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these

our reality We're all in And we've made this dream turn into a reality four chords, six strings This is what we want our lives to be We've lost all track

fuliginous cowl and exuding an aura of implacable malevolence, which unnerved even the bravest of the Imperial troops. The Emperor had deemed the services of these

penetentiary called life Deciphering wrong from right Dodging these institutions these niggas shooting Puttin' the oldest far from life, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality

Tell me whence will I find the passion once lost? May it rise with strength to burn away these synthetic sins of mine away those days by gone... For

vision of God's Son Nas. That nigga Cass rules. Whattup baby [Chorus: Quan] Y'all niggaz is crazy. *To think* Y'all niggaz can't fade me *Trick these

Their efforts are negated by the passive observers. * They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out, Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision

autumn and the winter like before Dreamland turned to realland and we faced a new frontier We lost the world Sometimes we hold it but it's slipping) away When we add reality