Lions in the street and roaming Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming A beast caged in the heart of a city The body of his mother Rotting in the summer ground
Übersetzung: The Doors. Lions In The Street.
train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets
on his line and leave him burnt up cookin Yeah I break off off my heat cuz when I'm in the streets And I hit these streets I'ma keep my peace until a
It's late for a week night Now it's way gone two o'clock Lions on the prowl A prey we need to eat Dazzled by the lights The pride move up the High Street
the river) Streets and shoes, Avenues Leather riders selling news (The monk bought lunch) Successful hills are here to stay Everything must be this way Gentle streets
nigga upload your twitter bitch I'm the topic profess it but gucci didn't graduate from college your girlfriend say's my ear rings are erotic my lambo doors
streets,took my hard knocks Disrespected by snobs,damn near trampled by mobs Persecuted by squares workin' nine to five jobs Like a panther I prowl ,like a lion
ressurect dead poets through the art of rhymin a professor with extra hard assignments inspired by the stars alignments I cause defiance with bars of science devour my prey like the jaws of lions
highway with your poems of city heat & I'm looking for rexroth's daughter here on my own side street The murderer who lived next door seemed like such
: Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm? Or a lion through a busy street bazarre? There are many things I'd love to turn you on to But somehow
spoken and broken the skies Thousand of Omens will rise As I unveil hell's terrible tyrants Look deeper to my irus See the black streets around my eye
for war Anybody even knows who make the law Goons comin', kicked ya door, hit the floor We conquered cause we bonin', now we soar I was a lion use to
strivin, I keep tryin I'm tryin to turn defeat to Triumph There's no place in this jungle for weak lions Politicians and preachers, they keep lyin The streets
up You trying to glock pop up I ain't going back to court And I'm never gonna stop the puffing Not for nothing The block they need me The streets they
t buy my sweat! [LABORER] You broke the law It's there for people to see Why should you get the same As honest men like me? [VALJEAN] Now every door
me its m.o.b till a mortition dress me And thats deep get run up on eagle street Bail fast in monroe be right at ya front door Knock, knock, hello there
