the unknown? When I die and leave the world behind When I die Day after day, I followed the words That say, I shall be modest and brave And I sometimes wonder How I
Übersetzung: Angel Dust. When I Die.
or they sufferin in the game And I swear it's like a trap But I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back Hoes show me love Niggaz give
his brains on the glass in a dash I snatched the cash and fled off in a flash The only thing I ever lost I couldn't find was time Son some crackers locked
yeah yeah I'm looking at an angel And believe me when I say She got that whole place blowing (x3) I'm looking at an angel And believe me when I say She
: I need to sleep But I'm too tired I need to come down 'Cause Lord I'm too wired When the sun comes up I miss the moon I know tomorrow Is gonna
bed Crying when I walked in and said "You like you're dying" She said "I feel it I've felt this way a long time" And now she's gone Later on I would
yo' click Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one Pass that weed, I got to light one All them niggaz I got ta fight one All them hoes I got ta like one Our
: I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer, And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say, But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer, When all
: I've met some folks Who say that I'm a dreamer And I've no doubt There's truth in what they say But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer When all the
mirrors on blackened seas feeble waves whisper through the night in the calm I saw angel die... I cry ? left alone my grave ? I can't evade now I watch
holy angels appear... "Drag THEM through the mud" I cried "Instead of me" "This is not the death I choose - your christian trials are wrong!" I speak
of the floss nigga I'm seein visions like I did a bag of angel dust This is life when you black rich and dangerous I'm with God, I'ma live on forever
: I det morkeste morke troner jeg I mine slaer trer stillheten frem Faldne engler vokter mine porter I dodsdalens ode skjonnhet Har min sjel vandret
prisoner's screams & muzak, AM, rocks their dreams No black men's pride to hoist the beams while mocking angels sift what seems To be a collage of magazine dust
I'm half the man I thought I'd be it's killing me it's taken years but now I see I'm not the man I thought I'd be I'd fight them all, big or small angel
