Fordítás: Nem. Levél.
Yeah, This is Ice-T You've just been listening to the Seventh Deadly Sin To me the Seventh Deadly Sin is hardcore rap And I'm very proud to have been
I'm writing you to Catch you up on places I've been To whom it may concern I refuse to be another being on this earth I'm breathing for a purpose I wanna
Exodus, movement of Jah people, oh yeah Open your eyes and let me tell you this Men and people will fight ya down (Tell me why?) When ya see Jah light
There's a natural mystic blowing through the air; If you listen carefully now you will hear. This could be the first trumpet, might as well be the last
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Ooh yeah, yeah! They got so much things to say right now; They got so much things to say. They got
De heathen back dey 'pon de wall! De heathen back, yeah, 'pon de wall! De heathen back dey 'pon de wall! De heathen back, yeah, 'pon de wall! Rise up
Fortunately you have someone who relies on you We started out as friends but the thought of you just caves me in The symptoms run so deep, it's much too
Letter from the county farm, letter from the county farm And the wind it has been blowin' Its been blowin' so strong They're afraid to raise the flag '
Standing here looking out my window My nights are long and my days are cold 'Cause I don't have you How can I be so damn demanding? I know you said that
I have a few words in defense of my youth My guts are feeling an ocean or two I was young, I didn't know what I would stumble into I've had a lot on
Oh Elise it doesn't matter what you say I just can't stay here every yesterday Like keep on acting out the same The way we act out Every way to smile
Three little birds, sat on my window And they told me I don't need to worry Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet Little girls double-dutch on the concrete
I got so much trouble on my mind So I take time Out my day To pray and I say Now I lay me down to sleep Hopin' that I keep My soul Peep I'm gettin
You and me are a disease and the germs are spreading Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet
Put the pen To the paper And press the envelope With my scent Can't you see In my handwriting The curve of my G? The longing Oh, oh Oh, oh Who is left
Sun lights up the day time You light up my life The hand that calls you forward Is the hand that leaves me behind And I stand on the ocean shore Like
Hello There goes the gal in the pretty skirt With the golden smile that made you feel new Like when the marching band strolls the street You know another
