If you're past the point of turning back And your innocence is gone In yourself believe, it's all right In yourself believe, it's all right If it's
But it's easier said than done It's easier said than done It's easier to give up and run It's easier, don't believe it It's a lie, don't believe it,
Übersetzung: Kings X. Glaube es nicht (es ist leichter gesagt als getan).
Übersetzung: Kings X. Glauben.
Übersetzung: Kings X. Glaube es nicht.
is a village And the people there are blue, I believe it's true Up in the sky, people are happy They love to sing and there is no need for a king Up
m bout money that's all that entice me President lover, undercover, ain't another like me You get a ki half price from Columbia fuckin with B Believe it's
't nobody respect you nigga You Preme's son nigga Mothafucka's been gettin' extorted since day one Its all kinda bitch in ya, chinese, spanish, black, white I got X
the alpha who would raise like gamma We some amba-s-s a-d-o-r's He saved me, bro, when grace seemed so hard But nevertheless, there's none better the
A sacred bond broken, I know I die alone But yet and still I'm hopin Visions of prisons, maybe I'll be forgiven I know it's better in heaven 'cause bein
's Nightmare Paris America's Nightmare Public Enemy America's Nightmare Krs-One America's Nightmare Mutulu Shakur America's Nightmare Geronimo Pratt America's Nightmare Assada Shakur America's
in pictures Why shed tears, save your sympathy My childhood years Was spend burying my peers in the cemetary Here's a message to the newborns Waiting to breath: "If you believe
the flow it can be sickening Only a few are chosen for the reckoning It's Rastafari's world that unno living in And it's a lion's jungle unno visiting
praise the King of Kings Lift up my hands and shout and sing I can't express all the power that it brings When I lift my life up to the King If it's Your
get her [Chorus:] It's okay [x6] You can run an tell your friends that I'm on [x6] Best believe I understand It's okay [x6] You can run an tell my city
Oh, I can hardly believe That it's Christmas day (ay, ay, ay) [Chorus] Children singing And the jingle bells ringing Wake up it's Christmas morn The day our king
it's not good to hold the cryin in I feel the same way your heart's trapped in the lion's den Iron Man, I am him It's the beauty in our souls through
it) She's a Hustler's Huslter (she's a hustler's hustler) Hustler's Hustler (hustler's hustler) She's a Hustler's Hustler (she's a hustler's hustler)
