right Not a day with some joy to miss One man stand a?? got a fight to fight I face my fear It has no name Here I stand come and bring me peace I disappear
is right Not a day with some joy to miss One man stand ? got a fight to fight I face my fear It has no name Here I stand come and bring me peace I disappear
(That's all, that's all) Step one in this process, scramble up in your projects And head to the heights where big coke is processed You gotta convince 'em that you not
a soldier til I die. [magic] I'm a soldier see the tank on my neck? Mr. magic is my name y'all better give me respect You might remember me from seein' me
a soldier til i die. [Magic] I'm a soldier see the tank on my neck? Mr. Magic is my name y'all better give me respect You might remember me from seein' me
for a heid full of chocolate frogs what can you give to me? What did you give to me? What did you give to me? What did you give to me? 3- waving
You ever touch my sister, got you I'm keepin' it gangsta, 'cause keepin' it's worth keepin' And paid for being processed with sleepin' worth leakin' The streets ball callin' me
I'm not right, no, I'm not right Tell me its not true, but I will not believe you I'm not right, no, I'm not right Maybe you will see that it wasn't meant
high Hear my prayer Take me now To thy care Where You are Let me be Take me now Take me there Bring me home Bring me home. (Fantine's spirit appears
throws money at him.] As for you, take this too! God forgive the things that we do. Come my love, come Cosette This day's blessings are not over yet
truth I'll see you again in the morning You're a machine That's not really what I mean, what I mean is if you're programmed tight ya might not malfunction
so I can get this shit Off my mind, that's why I be smokin' that dank sometimes It keeps me from snappin', keeps me calm, keeps my mind open Keeps me
spiritual, kick kids and every Everyone is going through their shit, and thats ?? No we not angels, and different for the feelin' Troopin' in the galaxy???? ???? the process
crooked cops, and gangbangers Feel my pain (unnnggghhh) only time'll change it and fast money, cars, and bitches got me trapped in this game And my lil' homies ballin, picture me
my match not the dead man that bore us... Though the heathen outface and outlive us... And our lives and our laughing are twain Forgive us our virtues
.... That's all that's all... Step One in this process, scramble up in your projects And head to the heights where big coke is processed You gotta convince 'em that you not
forgiveness Anger needs a place to be buried Anger needs a process for its gravestone The time has come to speak of many things Not shoes and ships and sealing wax not
on pretending Stories like ours Have happy endings THE RUSSIAN: You could not give me More than you gave me Why should there be something in me
