we walk this forest floor Doomed to be apart for evermore I gave my life for you This has been shown to you and I And you don't know and you can't see
hand we walk this forest floor Doomed to be apart for evermore I gave my life for you This has been shown to you and I And you don't know and you can
was couple me's We ain't promised tomorrow but I feel immortal Bullets beat yo ass up like Miguel Cotto I'm the real Zorro, Rest in peace Torro And when I die, bury
I'd die I'd die, I'd die So bury me today or tomorrow Cause I've buried myself away In the sorrow in May I die before I wake I pray I'm resurrected for
Would I see your smiling face if I commence to dig you out I'm all about the cheese, I plan to see you once again But I can't make through the night
So you can picture thoughts slowly upon phrases I run And I can walk you through the dayz that it done I often wish that I can save everyone But I'm
glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away In the wind of change Walking down the street Distant memories Are buried in the past, forever I
, a mi mon amour, Haiti, mon amour Not gonna leave you stranded Hey, not gonna leave you stranded Not gonna leave you Not gonna leave you Not gonna leave you
of your king. You will bury the answer of this thing. Not a remedy, it's not a remedy. Would you be? I'm not sorry. I will find a
you don't blast him you'll get shot in the head Seven days later you'll be buried and dead I can't be like that, the only thing you fear Homeboy you
I near you Inside my shadow I can smell you can I tell you Inside my shadow I can love you think I need you Inside my shadow I can feel you I've erased
no regular job Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are Yo I'm tellin' you dawg, I'm bailin' this trailer tomorrow Tell my mother I love her
't take what you need I'll jail and bury those committed And smother the rest in greed Crawl with me into tomorrow Or I'll drag you to your grave I'm
on this one So when I get done, I want you to cut your fuckin' ears off, Twitpic 'em Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity You gon' be around here
skeletons Or was it the curse of this dark melanin When I die will I open my eyes in hell again With these jealous men Lord forgive me but I smell a gin
