I just hit the ground boy have I arrived Tell the dinosaurs they just won't survive So I fell and you just laughed You think that I can't stand To see
I-C-K And I was the shot caller, I'm goin' federal [E-40] I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler
it, it's a long climb to the summit On the lazy afternoon, on the boom oh how I love it So I does it but imagine if I wasn't, fascinated Wit the sense
time If god himself couldn't wash you out I know were both part of a scene, whoa Not on my time If god himself couldn't hear you out I know were both part
AND IT`S SPEAKING TO ME EVERY DAY AND ALL I HAVE TO DO IS TO MAKE A CHOICE BECAUSE I KNOW THERE IS NO OTHER WAY ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD ARE DREAMING
:36. (part two, part two..) In the top story of the hour, the largest single law enforcement (part two, part two..) operation in California history is currently underway. (part
much from me Fuck what you heard this is realityyyyy I close my eyes and pray just to see Another day I live to breathe My life, my world, this is realityyyyy
all thought I ain't eat rice and peas y'all crazy Spragga...Elephant Man brought y'all the Jamaican part of it I'm gone bring y'all the world, part of
? How to atone? I'm so alone How can I know I won't bemoan? Every tale, needs its star and knave Which part I play is yet to be unveiled History: just
many gems this world doesn't need The people left like rainwater flowing through an open drain But here I sit too proud to admit and too damn old to
were moving pictures on the news at ten Why they rioted, it's a mystery Well, let's play tin soldiers at Goose Green I never said we learned from history
I saw a star spangled banner yet wave I, I, I cry, I cry I was born in a land, I don't think you understand God damn, what I am I'm a native of this
. I'm the errant one. I am between worlds and I'm cursed. Chorus Of The Damned. I'll tell you more than truth. I'll tell you what I feel. I'll tell
I C K And I was the shot caller, I'm goin' federal I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don
[m/l van Dyk] [Part I: Arrivals] October's a rare month for boys When life is simple, pure and sweet And the foolish youth can overlook The wolf outside
Was a cowboy I knew in South Texas His face was burnt deep by the sun Part history, part sage, part Mexican He was there when Poncho Villa was young
i cry, i cry i was born in a land, i don't think you understand god damn what i am i'm a native of this place, please don't kick me in my face my race