Übersetzung: Jahre nach, die verweht. Flames.
I feel like a dragon on a chain even though I'm all up in a blaze. Even flames can't describe the things that I really want to say. Like .... I want
the guard I'm bout that war, and these Hot Boys going take this shit far leave yo block hot like tar, four deep in a black car mask and flames five year
the pain in my eyes Playa playa play the game ya die I do a buck eighty five in the rain in the ride Eatin hot from the flame of the nine No stranger
an image of his land When the dawn of winter?s near Brave paths arise from the heart, from blazing flames From wisdom?s voices, from times long gone
Jesus He done creeping deep puttin those to sleep till I raise up on my enemies Let's get pumped for the peeps in Egypt and 400 years of oppression Spread
than May my tender sighs Love was ours Ours the love I held tightly Feelings the rapture grow Like a flame burning brightly But when he left Gone was
re gone, candles burn without a flame on Our final call to you, I know you're listening How could you leave us that way? Where did you go? (ten years
spend sometime Cause you got me gone (I'm so gone) And I won't wanna be a player once you're mine Cause this is More than before This is real I'm an 18 year
are half of a beat backwards Claimin they on point man, ch-check the stats first I've dropped 12 albums with at least 12 songs in the last 12 years Do
"] Once upon a time in the city of crime A nigga named Nickel Nine, came in with the nine Flamin, with the rhyme, the flame quick as the nine Aimin at
bear to tell or the shattered kingdom in ruins before me What became of the lands that were? A pearl in the nest of memories Forever gone... departed
for a moment, Then, in a moment, it is gone. Oh, but love, love goes on. Beauty fades, and passion wanes, And faces show their years. Death steals a
Storm's out on the water I watch it getting closer Are you coming home ? All these years we've wandered Trying to break the cycle All these years of hope
smart as me, Eazy E would be hangin' from a tree. With no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline. Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on... till that Jheri curl is gone
she sells her body to the night Underneath the neon lights And if she's lucky she's got five years Of crack, smack, pain and tears City of the dead Gone
comes the long-dead god Back from the years in exile Here comes the wild Pagan heart And the May Queen sings her song For her consort who is gone Children
touring the world that one hundred Niggas did it all, still I ain't done nothing Jay Sean got us in the U.K gone Gone nigga gone hit the stage strong
