poor baby, don't listen, had visions what life is really like you waited, debated, delayed it then you shut your eyes Poor baby, poor baby poor baby,
Übersetzung: Angels. Schlechte Baby.
just out here runnin? wild. Well a rich man?s got money And a poor man?s only got his soul Yeah rich man?s got the money baby Poor boy only got his soul
: Kings and shepherds make their way Straight to where a baby lay. Rich and poor and lonely Bow before this sight. A star has led them to this place.
poor blankets over our sailors I'm sick of dour faces Starong at me from the T.V. Tower, I want roses in my garden bower; dig? Royal babies, rubies
Pulling poor blankets over Our sailors I?m sick of dour faces Staring at me from the tv Tower, I want roses in My garden bower; dig? Royal babies, rubies
we must, in beds of rust Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams & muzak, AM, rocks their dreams No black men's pride to hoist the beams while mocking angels
on the truth , Lost our Chance I saw no deceit in your eyes I thought I seen Love insead it was lies Now my boys did wake me from this poor mans dream
It's our fault, cause motherfuckers is dying in Iraq It's our fault, cause motherfuckers is starving in Africa It's gangsta rap fault, that people are poor
he dissed on him like "If that was my son, he would look much different. See I'm light-skinnded and that baby there's dark so it's, momma's baby; poppa
And twenty seven angels from the great beyond They tied me to this table right here in the tower of song So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll I'm very sorry baby
fly, I'm gonna fly [Victorious:] Ever seen me fly, that's me Ever seen me cry, I see The dreams of a land I, I need Four reasons to jam rock, I mean Poor
: Chorus: Nas (repeat 2X) Some of us have angels -- the kingdom, the power Some of us have angels -- the power, the glory Some of us have demons --
and stay awhile, kick it with God's Angel Take and acknowledge my wisdom and understand That Santa Claus is a black man word up [chorus 2 times] Santa Baby
it's all fair in, love and war Through, health and sickness, rich or poor Yeah life never seem to tell us what it has in store But you're my angel in
. Don Juan) [Don Juan:] You're dropped six feet under six feet The area where ordinary people can't sleep Tech N9ne, Don Juan, Midwest Siders baby Strange
: (Don Juan) You're dropped six feet under six feet The area where ordinary people can't sleep Tech N9ne, Don Juan, Midwest Siders baby Strange Days
twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond They tied me to this table right here In the Tower of Song So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll I'm very sorry, baby