Make it worth, worth my while I will not die born, I will not go down 'Cause this is not my home for it ain't feels at all Said I will not die born,
Übersetzung: Days Of The New. Die Born.
my eyes They stare you down and make you burn I am the king, the king of the jungle I'm the little dog The king of the jungle makes me humble I will not die born
've been accepted where you've been denied I'm the M-A-R, the Q-U-I-S Here to run down a rhyme at your request I'm the New York born, who's sharp as a
rearrange other artist street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement. Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album; resources
together we are forming. The fire tomorrow is born of the night, in darkness together we ignite. From all we've been shunned but we found a new home.
: This is the story of El Lute A man who was born to be hunted like a wild animal Because he was poor But he refused to accept his fate And today his
Flow just borin', the spit just corny. What happened to old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles done face to face. I miss those days. These days, ghost writers
m dead Seven days of Saturday Is all that I need Got no use for Sunday 'Cause I don't rest in peace I was born to live You know I wasn't born to
makes a lot they say Spends his days counting In a garage by the motorway. He was born a pauper to a pawn on a Christmas Day When the New York Times
to the concert Run off with a dancer Going to celebrate Welcome the new age Covered in warrior paint Lights from the jungle to the sky See now, a star's born
sun Cause we all get tired, I mean eventually There is nothing left to do but sleep The spring came bearing sunlight, those persuasive rays So I gave myself a few more days
Him in a tomb and three days later Died on a cross and rose again Dip me in His blood and washed away my sins, sins sins, eh eh Thank the Lord I'm born
enough Dem blood sweat and tears run like syrup Any day a revolution might erupt, and the skys over Kingston lighting up For the new generation rising up, of youths now a days
a single thing wrong, He was the one the crowd chose. And then He walked and He died, but three days later, three days later, three days later... He rose! Three days
: Sparks fly and fire licks my wings Tied to this wood--I was born for burning I rebelled against the flock Declined to submit to slavery As a token
: Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom Have you been borne yet & are you
: Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom? Have you been borne yet & are you
