And right would always win And love would never end This is my prayer for every year This is the prayer, I hope You hear This is my prayer for every year
Traducción: Plus One. Uma Oração Para Todos os Anos.
I'm crying out and I'm left without a hand T, no you ain't, you can tell us anything We'll advise you in every way One more thing, for those who don
see his mum on a weekend that was a treat then she was spoilt rotten and then its back to the east then. years later man will be sick with a big pen living in a
and cherish every moment. Mad shots fly like a helicopter plus I am still hella sick tell a doctor. I'm revitalized please don't idolize me only one
leave with no weed stuff Like my bitches better when they wore Reebok's See hot, let's have a toast, I verbally bomb deacons Have the whole church praying for
, Jack and his crew The guy's authorized beat down for the brown Man to the man, each one so it teach one Born to terrorize, sisters and every brother One
I had point guard dreams of playin' for some team Hit the block and made NBA money in one week See I hussle in the hood and plus I fly birdies And play
burned for the young and the desperate Showed heart, but got cardiac arrested More than a nigga with an image and a press kit The wreck hits, creates
was a bully, now life is fully a joke I keep a flow on a boat for Peruvian Coke Players do favors for governers and tax makers Fat Quakers smoke crack
was only eighteen Broke as a joke making music trying to chase a dream And everybody seems to think I'm crazy except for me But God was there every time
Swallow the stuff I don't give a fuck any more, I'm only twenty-four years old and I've already broken every law I'm horrorcore, this is for the heads
a man coz he ain't have a five-year plan or a piece of land and man it's crazy coz his family think so much of him, plus he got a godly wife who always
him for years Passed by his family but what could I say? Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith and pray for better days Better days, better days
got 'em And this was the stress I live with till I decided To try this rap shit for a livin', I pray I'm forgiven For every bad decision I made every
I hold a book of matches captive to flashin For some need flatline Be a thick fatigue episdoe, brewed in batches Flirted curse at perked nurse, broken skeleton patches One
Was, is, and forever will be a luxury I'm a SOVREINTY columnist fathering doom document Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant [Verse One
what's up, back to the saga, when Light got killed It's like one side of my life is killed, for real And Chills turned state fed, couldn't deal with a