kids in America We're the kids We're the kids k-k-k-kids in America We're the kids We're the kids We're the kids in America We're the kids We're the
kids in America! We're the kids! We're the kids! Ki-ki-ki-kids in America We're the kids We're the kids We're the kids in America
Übersetzung: No Authority. No Secrets-Kids In America.
Übersetzung: No Secrets. Kids In America.
Übersetzung: Soundtracks (anderen Tracks) Soundtrack. Kids In America [no Secrets].
the kids in America We're the kids We're the kids k-k-k-kids in America We're the kids We're the kids We're the kids in America We're the kids We're
Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets Deep in
is (Jesus Christ) You have a lovely home (Hello) It's an amazing book Bonjour (Hola, Ni Hao) Me Llamo Elder White (Are these your kids?) This book gives you the secret
ve trained an army for my kids to fight one day We'll teach them all of our secrets and then we'll walk away We're knee-deep in guerillas, yeah the party
gotta go create their own job Mr. Mayor imagine if this was your backyard Mr. Governor imagine if it was your kids that starved Imagine your kids gotta
really sit right with me So I had to tell a story Ohhhhhhhhh baby! Blood on the walls, {?} [Joe Budden] America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets Deep
lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
These are the last days, settle in Look at the turmoil our kids left the ghetto in They bustin' metal and ain't got remorse for the innocent It's just
drive, jelly beans GMT peyote, I know you feel me P's song is a natural tripping me My rhymes is so vivid, you start to see things Way different, America
murder last night and the shit didn't really sit right with me So I had to tell a story Ohhhhhhhhh baby! Blood on the walls, {?} [Joe Budden] America
Yo, there's still time As the door close, the cold wind blows Down America like the Wall of Jericho Some will walk the sheet close Many are called but
