we have (You're my hero) You're my hero Heaven's been so good to me I'll be your hero Forever is our destiny You're my hero Heaven's been so good to
proof vest most of my enemies dead i got about two left untill my last breath im sendin niggas bullet holes inocent bystanders get hit tryin to be heroes
: And so it is Just like you said it would be Life goes easy on me Most of the time And so it is The shorter story No love, no glory No hero in her skies
you dead (I'll be glad when you dead) I wanna see you do drop to them knees, wiggle them and squeeze Blowin your brains in the breeze I said Kill the
're coming to town (Bad men) Shot a man just for snoring too damn loud Robert DeNiro, when he's a hero Bring on the anti-hero, my zero-hero Hearts full
, ain't slept in six days Trippin' off a spliff of haze, rollin' trip trays I need, one followed by zero, he's some kinda hero Analyze This, like DeNiro
Can you hear the stories Told by the melody of horns Can you see the swords Shiny like evening stars Can you see the horses Running like morning breeze
Nach einem Rhyme is mir dann egal, wie du dann brichst [Sinan]: Es ist noch nicht vorbei! Wer is hier der Verrater, du Punk? Ich wette um ???, du spritzt dir Hero
rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze
Peking Where the paper laterns gently swing The Chinese way Who knows what they know The Chinese legend grows My eyes wide open I feel a breeze Words
Why do you talk that way? It's not what you used to say Can't you see things my way? I feel so strange I'm still the friend you knew Surely you know
's go walking in the morning As time goes by, love will wash us clean Let love bring to us our freedom And we will sing of the heroes And fly on the breeze
' you know I'm your jungle man You can't front it off, you know it's gonna get ya I'm doin' this (where? ) live from africa Verse 3: afrika I want to be your hero
Feels Like Home). It's a trick. Too late. Martha Dumps the Devil (Bleeding All Over The Place). Meanwhile, Margaret, against her better judgment, falls in love with Faust (My Hero
We're friends, we're forever friends I'm the new Bigg, a hug Rich Slim [verse2: Jim Rampage] We can't forget the childhood homies All idolized his heroes
no thang Rapper dies of AIDS but you hardly mention Rocker blows his face off and becomes a legend Heroin and a shot gun and a hero was made Maybe I
stick out the cold desert breeze and people drink coffee inside redwood trees renaissance uncles and surgical aunts have polar fleece cousins in old navy pants with heroes
steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for the cool breeze
