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Traduzione: Open Hand. The Struggle.
(feat. Outlawz) Dear Lord As we down here, struggle for as long as we know In search of a paradise to touch (my ni**a Johnny J) Dreams are dreams, and
Dear Lord As we down here, struggle for as long as we know In search of a paradise to touch (my ni**a Johnny J) Dreams are dreams, and reality seems
for the open sea Where his dreams are at And his mind is set free The scornful sun burns, tears his skin The salt breeze tears his open eyes And the
his feet but falls When his feet are sore A painful effort like a grain of sand Malicious god gives him hand A hand that beats him to the ground And
I can't seem to understand why you love me You hold me in your hand so patiently Cause anybody else would of turned And walked away When I struggle with
Wanna stay on top of your life you got to try as hard as you can But all you got is another struggle and no one's gonna lend you a hand [Chorus] {You
future shot block and counter with knuckle plated steel [Hook: Sara Kana x2] Face-to-face stand offs Spot Me on the frontline everyway you look I'm closin' in Hand-to-hand
luxury to pass. Every single one of us survive at the expense of other living things. Although our very existence contradicts our effects our struggle
No need for Lato's, pure straight out Bolivia Peru, uncut baby, what? Life is a struggle, that's why niggas I know stay on the juggle Some hustle to
m a master fate In a drastic way, this is class so pay Close attention, write all night 'til I gasp and faint Get my people out this struggle of that
As he sat down upon the train Silence settled in his brain He reached out his hand And touched her hair He struggled with the Same old though Should
why, maybe I'm Way behind lately been occupyin' my mind With the possibility this means we'll all end With two albums and a handful of people I call friends
the butterfly well then just open up the jar the patterns on the wings have more colors in the sky oh but you can't see their beauty from so far will you open
is livin' in a 3rd world country Fucked up and hungry without no money Drama is trying to adjust to circumstance Missing more than one leg or more than one hand
hole's the brain heard my verse had nuthin to say I leave your mouth open when you're standin (the word's the midget) esophagus is the cannon cipher unknown the upper hand