Übersetzung: Course Of Nature. Dead End Lights.
Übersetzung: Dead Nature. Lost.
Übersetzung: Nature. Dead Presidents.
Übersetzung: Nature. Kennys Dead.
Übersetzung: Nature. Hands Of A Dead Man.
so long? The seeker hears the cries within Will you remember the trees proud and tall? Will you listen and answer nature's call? See, your dead world
City, My City, My City Let me tell you bout my city Lord homie, As if you ain?t read?, Where the practice black magic And speak to the dead (speak to the dead
there a time? What about all the dreams That you said was yours and mine? Did you ever stop to notice All the children dead from war? Did you ever
enough Ready to rush You bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and touched I go to jail niggaz screamin FREE ME Speakin freely Conversatin with my comrades Kicking Swahili Indeed nature
live nigga nature [Chorus] [add to line four of Chorus:] "That's a nigga nature" [add to line eight of Chorus:] "Cause that's a nigga nature" [Chorus
How did I ever end up here? Discarnate, preternatural My prayers to disappear Absent of grace, marked as infernal Ungranted in dead time left me disowned To this nature
I ever wake up here?) Discarnate, pre-natural. (My price to disappear.) Absent of grace, marked as infernal. (Ungrated in dead time, and left me disowned.) To this nature
goal Intruding nature, demanding one to play the roll You're not worth my time Ya damn hanger on You've got a long way to go You're still dead wrong
hearted man The joy of the past and the sorrow of yesterday are now left behind with my old shedded skin fragmented and lying now in dead ground for
virtue lives And cannot be forgot The bells Of evening have rung There's blasphemy On the end of the tongue Let them say that I walked In fair nature
knock me dead, I'm gonna have to put you down for a while. I count the years, And I shed no tears, I'm blinded to what might have been. Nature's voice
: Well, it's always been my nature to take chances My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances Where the current is strong and the monkey
s deep in prayer, Some mother's child has gone astray, she can't find him anywhere. But I can hear another drum beating for the dead that rise, Whom nature
