When the feeling takes me over, what else can I do but run?. Through the corridors I follow, I shoot into oblivion;. If you close your eyes and listen, you can hear the children play,.
If I won't live a lie it's in my self defense. That I remember hiding then. If I'm eroding all the innocence. Am I running rigid once again?. And he won't hear me now in the darkest hour.
[Shaq]. Believe it or not, I love all playa hatas (bring it). Ha ha ha ha. Cause ain't no love lost here baby. Say what you gotta say. . [Tariq]. People know me on these streets playa.
Did you ever wake at four in the morning?. You ever, did you have a dream in your head?. So determined to hang onto the moment. Letting go, surrender, close the door.
[Shaq]. Believe it or not, I love all playa hatas (bring it). Ha ha ha ha. Cause ain't no love lost here baby. Say what you gotta say. . [Tariq]. People know me on these streets playa.
Free as the wind. Tall as a tree. Wide as a mind. Deep as a sea. You crawled on my land. Now I grow in your hand. . Always like the first time. Unlike the others.
They took the man from out of town. They won't believe his alibi. And on that day the sky fell down. I swear I heard that young boy cry. He told them:--.
Here we are. Alive and free. Far away in time from our darkest day. That took our young and brave. . From the cradle to the grave. 70 years ago on July one 1916 on the Somme.