"We were just kids" ...at least that's what we knew we'd say. Old enough to know better Smart enough to know that we didn't have to Stupid enough to
could fix it all. we'd get back up when we'd fall. and we believed the songs we sang. we knew everything...except that it would end, at least the way we
What about sunrise? What about rain? What about all the things? That you said we were to gain What about killing fields? Is there a time? What about
Thought you said you were never gonna let it go When I look in your eyes You know it kills me inside Didn't you? Didn't you? Lesson learned, house can burn We
say Is that you were sick and tired of the man I began to be But you planned a great escape Bright and early before I wake We both knew we had to break
way to find the one We'll keep on dancing till she comes These dreams are forever Oh these dreams are forever And if you wanna wake the sun Just keep
of Troy, to the Gardens of Babylon A play of millions roared along The gigantic dreams of Alexander the Great Civil wars where F-Brothers fought and killed
Sack of Troy, to the Gardens of Babylon A play of millions roared along The gigantic dreams of Alexander the Great Civil wars where brothers fought and killed
Now we are like how we were Innocence is more than words Now we are poison and we don't care We have no shame, we strip you bare And you're so precious
These hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop. I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica, We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres. Martin had a dream
so excited so dey catchin' every drop I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers Martin had a dream
feed your fast-ballooning head Listen to your heart We would shrink and then be quiet as mice And while the cat is away Do what we want Do what we want
stack the odds 'til we take to the street Have a taste, they were made fresh today For we kill with the skill to survive Try the rye
the AIDS epidemic we ain't pure no more And I know they got a cure for this shit We ain't rich irst we lost Eazy Then we lost Pac, Biggie got killled
chris rock were you at I heard you say some shit about some blacks Nigga, this been your ass back Come see the real deal Stay in the fields nigga These niggas will kill
dreams--not afraid Not afraid to let you up and leave Do your thang maryjane mess with all my folks?got 'em high For the days that they were lost and
