: "Ou sont passes nos sourires et ceux de ceux qu'on a vu grandir ? Le temps est si vite passe, que dire ? Tout va de pire en pire Melancolie que d'epoques
: Senora de las cuatro decadas Y pisadas de fuego al andar Su figura ya no es la de los quince Pero el tiempo no sabe marchitar Ese toque sensual Y esa
[Woman:] Nearly 2 Decades Ago. [Ice Cube:] Ice Cube [Man:] Well I think that Ice Cube I think uh uh... [Man #2:] West coast to the false. [Man #1:] B
Three decades in Canada and now you plan To leave your home and lead a life more valiant Feather white, she occupies the virgin berth Climb to her as
Senora de las cuatro decadas Y pisadas de fuego al andar Su figura ya no es la de los quince Pero el tiempo no sabe marchitar Ese toque sensual Y esa
Little children go to school but they will disappear They are taught to rule the word, dad thinks it's a good idea A child is good and he can't see how
Don't wish it away Don't look at it like it's forever Between you and me, I could honestly say That things can only get better And while I'm away Dust
You could never know what it's like Your blood like winter freezes just like ice And there's a cold lonely light that shines from you You'll wind up like
I want love, but it's impossible A man like me, so irresponsible A man like me is dead in places Other men feel liberated I can't love, shot full of
It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide I don't have much money, but boy if I did I'd buy a big house where
In the right moment she feels him teething Burn the pictures of days gone by Trade this moment for passing pleasure End the hour with even scores In
Who are you to question how I live When the whole entire world is negative? I'm just tryna eat, tryna stay alive Keep my hustle in the street 'til the
I learned at a early age what's important in life It's a game, bet your money, don't get caught in that dice I had Tony Montana dreams of takin' over
Let's get it hot now, baby I keep it gully 'til I drop dead, baby I told you I ain't got an option, baby I came too far just to stop now, baby But yo,
Fuck niggaz though it was man? Right, right I'ma holla at 'em dog nah mean Got my nigga, Mike B, south suicide Queens X-million, bout to tear it down
In these streets, where we from We all caught in the game Tryna pull our life out of the drain If you don't make it, you the one to blame In this life
This is as close you gon' get To the streets without gettin' shot In the streets Cock guns and bust yo' heat In the streets Where we live and die for
I don't need a will 'cause I'm not leavin' nobody shit It's my suicide letter At the end of this song I'm gonna blow my fuckin' brains out If you readin