I set my eyes on my destination And separation took my life Something's... in me ... somthings... in me Now the clock is ticking My life's been now reduced to one My
Traduzione: My American Heart. Fate.
that shield men are murdered and that's their fate and to get it on tape is a thrill and people elsewhere tryin to escape just to come to America and
In my comic strip fantasy the world?s so clear as clear can be superheroes everywhere, America?s sleep is quiet (... good night) The time mutators minions
my past and unruled is downhill But see, I'm quick to the back The fate for the house of Mecca, the stone of Abraham My word alone will enslave a man
happy new life But tonight, there's no tomorrow in my eyesight [Off Topic:] If I'm trapped in this world of mine I'm gonna tap my mind and unwrap a rhyme
Christ in a crisis I know that it's rare what I'm feeling Excitement incited- declaring the Pilgrims' Faith and their fate I'ma share with my children
brought something home to quiet the stomach rumblings My demeanor thirty years my senior My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin greener Raisin my fingers to critics raisin my
white girl cause I'm off into this world got my nose the color of a pearl I'm on my knees pleading my case to my only true judge hoping he doesn't hold
wide and shallow Yeah (Where ever you go) - you make me forget all my yesterdays You made me care not for my tomorrow (Where ever you go) - my my my my
Back to my story about my fall from glory, And how I levitate from the fate time put before me, They say 'Be patient', but what the fuck is patience when my heart
Welcome to why the church has died In the heart of the exiled, in the kingdom of fate. Who owns the land and keeps the commands, And marries itself to
to the source Through the laws of phonics you thought my jaws were bionic The mic um on it, rattling more about wars exetra While human trafficing routs run throughout North America
home to quiet the stomach rumblings My demeanor - thirty years my senior My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin green up Raisin my fingers to critics; raisin my
back, and smoke a yeshca (?) 'Til it burn my chest up, I'm stressed up From my toes, to my neck up It's all out, I seen niggas cook up In a small house
is this old familiar sound Don't know exactly what it is but it's a part of me And now it's getting very loud I hear, I hear, the voices in my head
girl cause I'm off into this world got my nose the color of a pearl I'm on my knees pleading my case to my only true judge hoping he doesn't hold a grudge