our fathers' fathers slept in stolen houses- All that's over now And our babies never cry And we can look you in the eye And say, 'We're not afraid to
Though our fathers' fathers slept in stolen houses- All that's over now And our babies never cry And we can look you in the eye And say, 'We're not afraid
don't be afraid to look up at the sky Fella, don't be afraid to look up at the sky My nigga, don't be afraid to look up at the sky Fellas, don't be afraid
I live my life through my son and tell him never have a friend Just family reincarnated I'll show him the time That I waited to get paid tell him never be afraid
with these moon's heavy beams. I run barefoot to the backyard just to freeze in my place by the wrought iron gate too ashamed and afraid to advance.
to sleep with the moon's heavy beams I run barefoot to the backyard Just to freeze in my place by the wrought iron gate Too afraid and ashamed to advance
A lot of people ask me, am I afraid of death Hell yeah, I'm afraid of death I don't want to die yet A lot of people think, that I worship the devil That
* It's just the (Eminem ) Renegade Never been afraid To say What's on my mind At any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid To talk
bad dreams can kill ya Pains not what it seems cold stares and sudden screams I get in fights every night as I'm reflecting Throwing punches fast hard as I can but not
now, wait until I iron out the kinks It's tied down, wait until I iron out the kinks ..Wait until I iron it all out, it's gon' be cool But like I said
that will fill you with surprise Concerning of a bold bushranger, jack donahue was his name And he scorned to humble to the crown, bound down with iron
paper getting paper like ball playaz No blood no foul, ya my heart cold as moscow We NAPA killin like a hot towel All my hoes hostile Not me, never tell me not
I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid Now to her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession
today, jello in the sand Went out of my way not to understand Walked into a tree, don't you look at me See, I'm not myself, phony mystery Sore, afraid
A gathering in the cold, in the North, in the dark lands of Pohjola Where the sun had not been crossing the sky nor seen for centuries... We were brought
interior was like crack white beige At least that's what it looked like when it was on that page I combed the whole brochure and it did not say, oh well Life's a bitch but not
