thought of your eyes, the thought of living I've come so close to the thought of living I've come so close to the thought of living The thought of living
Prevod: Sense Field. Thought Of Living.
accomplishment Like when my people understood their prominence And my past life visions of the continent Like the first time I saw KRS live, rockin' it I heard Resurrection by Common Sense
live this shit 4 money and power Give it all to the Lawz' now your money is our's Pay me nigga (Chorus: Krayzie Bone x5) Transitional stage's thought
A sense of denial Come witness my trial The crow has turned into a liar I'll live, I may die I've failed though I've tried But finally I fly It is the
lived alone But I was only coming back to you Ah they're shutting down the factory now Just when all the bills are due And the fields, they're under lock and key Though
Sense That deliver words with intents to kill Whether the hip-hop type, country rapper, or big wheel I peeled some raps back, that peeled his cap back Fucker thought
Not in my dream, nor by spell then bound Paradise's here in the fields immense If I return to this world here I will live again Strenghtened by fury
are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not what I seem. Most of all, I am not what I am. I thought
fires burn low Snow keeps falling all around him, as he screams Seemingly the only answer is from the void Defeated and forsaken, he lies in fields
want to live Do you want to live Do you want to live a normal life Do you want to live Do you want to live Do you want to live a normal life Do you want
me makes much sense now I can't believe I used to let you break my confidence down You used to ask me why the hell did I wanna live in brooklyn? You
Gone black Your more whack Than a gold sack You shown dat When you flowed That's a known fact Clone rap Suck a mc broad Need to pick another field, go
babies coughing maybe the check will come today the waits exhausting she's the pillar so she cant be tilted give her sons the feeling as though they
, and leave it all behind me The l-y-t-e, very outspoken And when I rock a rhyme, sometimes I leave you chokin I'm mc lyte, comin live and direct I never
A sense of denial Come witness my trial The crow has turned into a liar I?ll live, I may die I?ve failed though I?ve tried But finally I fly It is the
