I'll reach out my hand and you'll turn the other way. I'm only trying to extend myself, to communicate. I try and I try and I try, there's no response
if I don't try I'm gonna fall, I'm gonna fall... My hands are bleeding, this thread cuts through my veins; But it's all I've got to hold. I hang and pray
your pretty face. Like when I said that no one better, no one better could take your place. Betrayal - lies: Lies thick in the air. And should the bottom fall out
We can't separate. We cannot cut the cord. We can't deny to relate. More ignorance we can't afford. We cannot quiet the truth. We can't quiet the undertone
How can this be, I fought so desperately. Was too afraid to show what I had inside. But I believe in redemption. And I believe in redemption. And I believe in redemption. Children
Try to make me just another pebble on the beach. A green mind twists the plan. A cold hand trying to silence me. You reach out to grasp me, but I'm out
you're near, Bringing peace again Dali cujete sve djecje molitive? (Croatian translation: 'Can you hear all the children's prayers?') Can you hear the prayer of the children
he loves us ?til the end Even with complications Through sins occupation For Gods concentrated There?s no condemnation The Holy Spirit inside He comforts like no other He convinces us we?re God?s children
s why we bye bye daily Knowin cops trail me But why cry Floatin while we tokin on this potent branch Flossing in the thug stance, flipping pockets out inside
my turf I ride or die for Makaveli the legendary war thug ni**a Kadafi betta unslug this ni**a, Seike betta undrug this ni**a Out of the buildin we street children
to have ever heard. Children come home from school, shout and laugh with all their life. Shut them out fast before you think of the past, turn out all
seduced me With your verbs As I reached out for you You said over and over Children come home from school Shout and laugh with all their life shut em out
: I woke up this morning And I stumbled out of my bed Dreams from the night before ring inside of my head Ran down the stairs when I remembered It's
: [Jay-Z's Mom:] Sean Carter was born December 4th Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces He was the last of my 4 children The only one who didn't give me
pray, huh! I mean pray, pray, and when you pray, you got to look up to the lord, huh! You got to look up and you got to pray for your children, huh
: Take the children and yourself And hide out in the cellar By now the fighting will be close at hand Don't believe the church and state And everything
handcuffs tightly bruise my wrists and that's no bullshit See me makin the best out of these situations So many have died from too much conversation Inside
with your fast mouth I want you to pass out Then I'ma get your ass out (Yup) Shit she crashed out Gotta get her out cause she'll be dead soon Drug her