Ich erinnere mich noch genau daran, Mann, wir warn' von Anfang an. wie besessen, werd' es nie vergessen '92-That's real underground,. Rap Nation, gesetzt war der Grundstein Konnte das wahr sein ?.
Ich erinnere mich noch genau daran, Mann, wir warn' von Anfang an wie. besessen, werd' es nie vergessen '92-That's real underground, Rap. Nation, gesetzt war der Grundstein Konnte das wahr sein ?.
They laugh at me out loud, they say I'm just a clown. That I ain't got no ride, I'm on the outside. The girls look really cute, they really make it work.
Chains of the free. unlimited greed. and gluttony. The price of cheap. becomes expensive. you know nothing free. . Beauty of the beast. infinite feast.
Think of the times together. When nothing seemed to matter. The tears we cried for. The days we leave behind. . Never wanted. Never wanted anything that hurt like this.
A man stands on the corner holding a sign. People yell at him as they drive by. I wonder what they read, made them so upset. I looked at the sign and all it said:.
Hey Girl, have you been runnin down by the river again. Muddy Mississippi. All alone you went back,. You know mama dont like that. . One time, it aint fair.
Ocultando la adversidad. Estimulando la libertad que nos ofrecen las palabras. Y asi decirte tus deseos, contagiarte de otros mundos y redimirnos del final..
Quand on verra dans le miroir, nos faces ridées pleines d'histoire. Quand on en aura moins devant, qu'on a maintenant. Qu'on en aura enfin du temps, et qu'on vivra tranquillement,.
The bringer of fear is on the dark side. Your valley of dreams is on the wild side. Don't turn your head. Gimme your light and gimme shelter. I wanna feel your - oh no.
We the destructive force on our planet. We the species destroying the land. But now the time has come. To face our demise. . It's in our blood that we take everything.
Excerpt from "Sir Galahad" written by Alfred Lord Tennyson. . Then move the trees, the copses nod,. Wings flutter, voices hover clear.. "O just and faithful knight of God!.
Tell 'em Marty, you got a word for it. Right here, oh, ooh, oh, look yonder comin'. Where? Where you comin' from?. Right over there boys, comin' down the railroad track.
I long for a trip, I don't need no grip. I'm takin' one more ride. Way out there in the prairie air. I guess it's in my hide. For the clickity-clack of the railroad track is callin'.
The wind is creepin' across the mountains. The moon is nowhere in sight. Gone is the voice I'm used to hearing. Oh, what a silent night. . The telephone's been disconnected.
i feel frustration set in.. temptation's too much to bare.. fighting my own thoughts I've failed.. finally, i don't care.. give into what I've been fighting..
falling - harder than i feel.. realize - this pain is more than realcritisize - me for who i am.. don't threaten me. don't run away.. i will forgive you for judging and not taking my hand..
An open letter to the Rev. Jesse Jackson. . We, the members of the Mojo family,. Feel that your actions and retoric as a self professed leader. Of the black community are in fact detrimental to the very.
Cutting back to civil rights they wanna tell what's wrong what's right.. Take ten steps turn around and blast how long will the right to bear arms last?.