I come and stand at every door But no-one hears my silent plea I knock and yet remain unseen For I am dead for I am dead I need no fruit nor even rice
Übersetzung: Der Untergang. I Come And At Your Door Stand.
baby I'm lost in your lovin' I'm simply gonna try you, crazy I wanna be your lover I really need to stand you, baby I wannt be your lover I really need
me and my girlfriend (repeat 2X) [Tupac] I was too immature to understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days Caused so many arguments and strays Now I
stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you. A question in your
made his usual entrance lookin' so dandy and so fine. With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place, He took whatever he wanted to and
I lay down down to sleep I pray for the Lord and the Holy Ghost bless my soul to keep, And if I should die before I wake up wake up wake up wake up I
it all unfolds Then when I don't go Remember the days cause all I got I go on my own with bone Bone bone muggin runnin through your door Hoes speakin
hard land Now even the rain it don't come 'round It don't come 'round here no more And the only sound at night's the wind Slammin' the back porch door
when your nine day feed is up and you've drained your loving cup Come stands reeling to the shore oh when the brave are coming out The dry fight and
from this place I do, But I can't and I won't say I tried but I know that's a lie cause I don't And why I just don't know... [Verse 2:] Maybe just a
'll never say that I'm not killin' 'em Cause when I am not, then I'm a stop pinnin' 'em and I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem Subliminal thoughts
your friends. Seems like every time you come back home It's just to make me fall again. It's getting hard, I know, believe me I feel you I can't fall
shut And he was still there, swingin from my nuts I said, "Get the FUCK out!" and made it loud and clear Get off my dick nigga, and tell your bitch to come
to the rescue about to bless ya'll Got ?em brawlin' in the mess hall and the dance hall They ants ya'll and I remain to stand tall Can't fall, son'll
a pad And I?m signing it, ya uncle, ya best friend, and ya dad Don't look back if you fall and you?re feeling bad I?m right there from your cut to when
Well there you stand A figure at my door And shadows fall On those that are no more And each time I love and take the fall Then like the sun I rise above
at the shelf-stackers, little Middle-Englanders can't stand the backpackers, Fortress Freedom, come on in, take your chances-you might win. Should you stand