... You came to me, you broke the bonds, You set me free And then the love that you promised me Came a tumblin' tumblin' tumblin' down Into my hands...
... you came to me, you broke the bonds, you set me free and then the love that you promised me came a tumblin' tumblin' tumblin' down into my hands...
Übersetzung: Live. Die Hände eines Lehrers.
why... you came to me, you broke the bonds, you set me free and then the love that you promised me came a tumblin' tumblin' tumblin' down into my hands
bitches boo when you rap I can teach you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in fact A one dead in the front, dead cop in the back And two live bitches screaming
lifeless. How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string? How do you manage to speak, your mouth a frozen grin? A dullard
end And everything I taught to you, teach to faithful men And make sure they're faithful, otherwise they won't teach again And everything I taught to you, teach
we straighten it out? Can we work it out? Cause 1 - I don?t wanna be (Be without you, be without you) I don?t wanna live (Live without you, live without
it in on a record. I'm talkin' about keepin' it classic, they talkin' about keepin' it plastic. They puttin' the game in a casket. We gonna live on like
a thug, a nigga get drug, You feelin the stiff from a 38 slug man, Lemme see you hang, swang, bang to them brains, Chain gang, So a nigga remain insane
to scream Bang a drum for tomorrow Bang a drum for the past Bang a drum for the heros That won't come back Bang a drum for the promise Bang a drum
beside a mountain stream, I'll build a house of stone, And work the wood of cedar, pine and fir, And then I'll make a garden, And I'll plant a field of
Had a breakdown, fall semester second year I hope she pulls it together and I wish I could help a friend I wish I could reverse the hands of time, go
his umbrella Katrina not, its just a one fella Who got dumb chedda, and need a brain surgeon Got me a designated thower, cause my hand's hurtin' I make
The Haters Like A Shofurr Because It's Driven Me To A View With A Vendetta I Am The Apitomee I Don't Give A Fuck About Ya Nigga I'm Just Livin Me We
to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine Who
can't even call you a man When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection You unlucky