Fordítás: Mark'oh. Kisember.
m a forgotten man And understand My world is ruled by a different law In a forgotten land It's my last stand I don't like your way any more I'am a forgotten man
Oh, you told me you were burned by holy water And the priest forgot the words, he was trying to say It seems your best friend is your own reflection And
mind! Marcel Proust: Je me'en souviens plus F Scott Fitzgerald: baa bababa baa Ernest Hemingway: I forgot the.... Hermann Hesse: Oh es ist alle so h&
in a nigga car, all on planes and boats (Motherfuckin' cable man, buggin' niggaz houses up and shit) Just like deez niggaz and deez hoes (Telephone man) Tired of motherfuckers followin' me man
m out for the big bucks and no whammies goddammit You can't stand it Make 'em feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami Handlin' with my man 'nem in Atlanta
and bashbul, my heart felt a tension, We then exchanged numbers for the study program, When I saw your number on that paper, I said: "Oh man", I added
broke the last rule, frontin' like we was mad cool You damn fool, come around frontin' wearin' your man's jewels Play the part, they want me to start shit Get on your mark
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes we both Oh yes we both Oh yes, we both reached for The gun, the gun, the gun, the gun Oh yes, we both reached for the gun [All
t fuck around With biddilly, biddilly Biddilly the mountain Eddie, are you kidding? Eddie, are you kidding? Oh I forgot to mention this is where we
And the storybook comes to a close Gone are the ribbons and bows Things to remember places to go Pretty Maids all in a Row Oh, oh oh, oh......
had da whole party bumpin remeber da freaks cum out at night it wasnt fun oh dis was da jam roxanne roxanne everybody and they moma didnt reply to dem niggas man
! Hail! The man who taught what love meant! Clear, clear the way For his inaugural and wedding day! Hail! Hail! The mighty ruler of love! Hail! Hail! The man
not one to be forgot Spoiled rotten, so they say Once burned, forever marked Hurt by just a few but so many have to pay Deep inside, oh, I've seen it
the big bucks, no way miss God dammit You can't stand it! Make em feel the impact and I ain't even in miami Handlin with my man 'nem in atalanta And they
(mark nesler) It's cold this time of year and the people in this city make it colder They've all forgotten what it means to lend a hand or cry on a shoulder
writin' and rappin' I rock the mic right and exact, my life's my sacrifice Take my mic and I'm like a Chinese man with no rice Oh yeah, we flippin'
wack Why the fuck you sellin' that? You need to go back to sellin' crack Take it from a nigga that been from hell and back Oh yeah, I forgot You ain'
