Do you recall seeing no way that we could get through? Those nights spent thinking, "Our dreams may be just small enough to come true?" So steal away
Do you recall seeing no way that we could get through? Those nights spent thinking, "Our dreams may be just small enough to come true?" So steal away.
Traduzione: Con Onore. Sogni piccoli.
And got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand bayonettes I'll fision vision with a lie longer than your most walked meridian Connecting life with
down Never given... Honor to stab the sole of the world! (Listing) Free the ship with ax and pick (Breaking) Loot the ship with quick and wit (Sinking
Killer, Inspector Deck, Ol Dirty Bastard) [Intro:] Ohh mad one We see your trap You can never escape, your fate Submit with honor to a duel, with my
Here we go again) [Verse 1] He was a fly young cat, 23 to be exact Ready to conquer the world fresh out of the pack Comes from a small town, wrong side
all those years acting savagely, battling the war years Rebelling against those telling us we must trust rival weapons Fighting for peace looking for that serene dream Replace bombs with small
The planet's so small with all the origins which ever one you're in we get the light pouring in we pass segregation with unification savages invading
enemies are dead. My mind is tired of the things it's seen. If I ever dream a small paragraph of words I'll write them down and burn them in your honor
anybody who don't fuck with me This is the Pendemic, yo Yeah, we get it poppin', them hammers go, the Spanish bro 'Crucial Conflict', I'm 'Do or Die' with
?Andale! ?Andale! It's your boy TobyMac With the Group 1 Crew (?Andale! ?Andale!) What you got, B? What you got girl? Come on I've heard life is like
Beautiful and wealthy is our town of Hamelin Neighbors are green with envy, proud my fellow citizens Our stomach's are full, our dreams are calm We can
Oh, mad one We see your trap You can never escape your fate Submit with honor to a duel with my son I agree I see you using an old style I wondered
with the best of them Wonder why you wept over spilled milk And got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand bayonettes I'll fision vision with
broken. A handsome woman with golden hair, now flecked with traces of gray, spoke: a??Challis must be chosen. This is the secret I have carried with
{Oh, mad one, we see your trap You can never escape, your fate Submit with honor to a duel, with my son I agree I see you using an old style I wondered
