Fordítás: Lost In Költészet. Szivárog.
Fordítás: Lost In Költészet. Blacklight Föld.
Fordítás: Lost In Költészet. Nagy Madarak szabály Major Skies.
parents passed away Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats In poetry he was considered elite Became a young gangster in the streets of L.A. Lost
Um hmm, okay, okay, yeah Yeah, y'all thought I lost it In no fashion have I lost my passion for the pen It's just that lately life has been a lost less
for Private Ryan, INI Chorus [Common] Yo check it yo Women cry, children laugh, men dance I refuse to lose self and try to win fans over Weight on my shoulder fluctuates like Oprah's My refrigerator poetry
rest my eyes And chastise the best of guys with punchlines I'm Nestle, when it's Crunch-Time For your mind like one time If poetry was pussy I'd be
there You turn my frown upside down My smile's lost an' found when you are around (You cheer me up, cheer me up) You turn my frown upside down My smile's lost
I had so I risk it runnin' the street With the h*** more, three deep in the SUV The bigger you blow, the less you see The more you hear, the real n**** lost
weak and suddenly it is clear to see It is not them but me, who has lost my self-identity As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry
to read and right So called facts are fraud They want us to allege and pledge And bow down to their God Lost the culture, the culture lost Spun our
that they got All the girls used to jock 'em And I wondered why my parents used to knock 'em I had a talent, or a hobby you should say I like rap, or poetry
fragility Maybe we've lost all sensibility Will it become our 'Splendor In The Grass'? When the facts have asserted themselves And the memories pass into poetry
check the flow If you know like I know then you know the motto That's all the fake shit got to go In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy metro My poetry
down But I was lucky 'cause I never caught the hard time I was blessed with the skill to bust a dope rhyme All my homies died or caught the penzo Lost
hurt is upon you? Real life ain't no movie homie And this ain't Jon woe But I almost lost it on the ending of Jon q And I almost lost it when Jennifer
No matter me, I'm a trustin g Says shell never see , shell never tweak, now do you really really wanna ride Wit me? Now happy here and there ain't now love lost
