time is delight time It's starlight time And it's the right time for me 'cause the sun shines a little too bright My eyes can't take that light Will
I need you to tell me Child, be still If the darkest hour comes before the light Where is the light? Where is the light? If the darkest hour comes before
I see my baby Ooh, said I just can't wait till the midnight hour And I see my, I'll be home tonight, I'll be by his side Listen, somebody call my baby
know my own strength Survived my darkest hour, my faith kept me alive I picked myself back up, hold my head up high I was not built to break I didn't know my
care to smell She took me up into her room and whispered in my ear "Go on, my friend, do anything you choose" Now I'm payin' for those happy hours I
is gonna be different When I paint my masterpiece, that's right Someday, everything is gonna be different When I paint my masterpiece When I paint my
are everywhere You can almost think that you're seeing double On the cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room Where
love me if you don't You can't make your heart feel something that it won't Here in the dark, these final hours I will lay down my heart, and I feel
that I live Through the night, I was his, it was right, but I did My ups, and downs, my slips, my falls My trials and tribulations, my heart, my balls My mother, my
Got a picture of you, I carry in my heart Close my eyes to see it, when the world gets dark Got a memory of you, I carry in my soul I wrap it close
my own two eyes And he think I don't know He must think I'm stupid He think I don't know And he think I don't know He think I don't know On my way
heart the way I do No one can testify to all that you've been through But I will I was born in Puerto Rico and my blood is Taino Spanish Caribbean, my
. Stand up for the deeds I did, and those I didn't do. Sit down, shut up, think about God, And wait for the hour of my rescue. We don't mean to mess
questions that he copied from his heart Who am I in this lonely world? Where will I make my bed tonight? When twilight turns to dark Questions for the
I?m losing touch. Fill their heads with rumors of impending doom It must be true. Console me in my darkest hour And tell me that you always hear my
back home You sold your soul, like a Roman vagabond yeah I heard you found a wishing well In the city Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour
a rep, kept that gangsta step Blue crocka sacs or blue cordirouy house shoes on Flossin' for the hoodrats, gettin' my groove on Hangin' in the park 'til all hours of dark
then it is a long drop The pyramid is power, we're changing by the hour If you are on the top then it is a long drop If you stare into the dark the dark