This is no longer now, this is a place to come Far and away from an ocean aquarium And I, during a long and wasted time I once heard a girl say, "We're
Übersetzung: Sense Field. Nun nicht mehr.
walkin' through the fields And on the streets of town Trying to make sense of what you left me Everything that I believed in Has been turned upside down And now
plates of gold "What are these Golden Plates? Who buried them here and why?" Then appeared an Angel His name was Moroni "I am Moroni" The All-American Angel My people lived here long, long
in me I die I try to smile, but it's a bitter one I wish to get back to my beloved fields Wasted and devastated now are I want to escape this agonic
now under long accumulation - some extreme joy which, never spoken, cannot be brought to mind. How else, in this unconscious city, could I have such a sense
: You know it's taken a long time to realize How much I love to be with you Times are hard,spirits weak Everything seems to be going wrong Outlook's
AHHHHH) And I'ma slide my yolk, in your throat, and watch ya choke on the Uh the Ah the Uh the Daddy Long-Stroke [Immenslope] Stroke Long Daddy Money
the fields And on the streets of town Trying to make sense of what you left me Everything that I believed in Has been turned upside down And now it
to the Lawz' now your money is our's Pay me nigga (Chorus: Krayzie Bone x5) Transitional stage's thought five hundred plus years Lost wages from the cotton fields
tried But finally I fly It is the fool Who puts faith in false saviors The innocent understands He's still falling And furthermore He's now aware "Come spread your wings Awake now
Dang, he caught Whittaker Mmm hmm He caught Whittaker a long time ago Mike got touched Then Mike got touched by Holy field Holy field, yeah, word up
now before we lose forever Girl, I don't wanna lose you now No, I don't want to lose you now, hey Baby, don't go, baby don't go, not now Baby, don't
[Verse 1: El Eloh] I am he who walks beyond the cycle of Tan A guinea systematic survey On the heavens long before the spells of Kimet I had advanced
it You do your own hits See, it was destined that I make a print In the earth, so the future knew the Lord was makin' much sense Now it ain't nothin'
make them weep long hymns To gaseous and clumsy mortality whilst fish descend Remember, remember the burning ember Embedded in your chest: the soul watches TV And gorges itself on blood and popcorn Now
, no turning back from long forgotten shores We'll show no mercy as they fall, the fire burns inside Now prepare for war You feel the pain no longer