Next to Louisiana on the Texas side There's a little country joint where they let it ride There's a boogie woogie man on the piano An' all the backwoods
How can we know how far The long way can be Looking from where we are It never seemed that long to me I've many miles behind me Maybe not so much ahead
Baby I missed you I missed you too I waited a long time for this So why you ain't come to see me, no commissary or nuttin' I ain't wanna see my bird in
Yeah Gangsta Tell me all my children 'fore I come through Is the hood in the buildin'? Yes You won't believe what I'm dealin', this West Coast shit Oh
Tomorrow they ship me out We know things were bloody over there You spent those nights alone not knowing if I was dead I knew we'd be together again,
There's a hole in my heart that's bleeding But it's giving me strength I needed To carry on, I'm moving on I'm not giving up that easily I can see the
(konishi) Translator: kirk cumming Kimi wo ai shite iru noni Wake mo naku Kibun wa Dokoka buruu Shiawase-na Natsu no gogo na noni Nanimo kamo hidoku
I was just a young boy, barely 17 A regular poster child for the American dream I spent some time in college, tried to learn that system well Left
He wants to keep in contract He wants to buy the things he doesn't understand He wants all the credit He wants the rights to the soul of every man Well
Momma went and made a thug nigga, And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer. My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle, In time
Va pasando el tiempo y eso me hace ver que lo que yo quiero se va con el. No te vuelvas loco, loco por correr, que no veras tu alma (no veras tu alma
Understanding the meaning of struggle Giving your whole life to a single passion Which others may, may or may not Consider obsolete Like a rare flower
We won't take any shit and we're not about to leave Just cause you don't like who and what we want to be Who are you to say what's wrong what's right
Now I'm not talking 'bout excessive greed The kind that puzzled the scribes and pharisees I don't worship it like a golden calf But change in my pocket
I see trouble coming man, Well I?m coming back to a fork, Sliding down a road, Gonna lick ?em on down, We?re gonna run right out, I?m a fighting fool,
Wake up, our life is calling We're smoking but not on fire Give us a sign that we're alive Step out of indecision How we've been hypnotized To think
Yes, your motives are tasteless But your mouth is so bittersweet When my worst fears surround me I'll just wait for you to sweep me right off my feet
You can steal my eyes Carve them out, I don't even need them I don't wanna see anyone other than you You cover your face You're afraid to see the outcome