splendor Be surrounded by beautiful things So hold on to these promises And keep them in your hand Didn't anyone ever tell you This is your land
live in pavilions of splendor Be surrounded by beautiful things So hold on to these promises And keep them in your hand Didn?t anyone ever tell you This is your land
Traducción: Point of Grace. This Is Your Land.
first ?treat? ?Deaf to the ocean swelled?, washed up a miracle A Beautiful yours, a beautiful mine By the grace of fire, out sprouts the land And did
country isn't that far It's like I'm in the race, don't know who you cats are See one day I fell from grace, landed in this place My whole sh*t erased
cat with guilty look on face and shirt that reads: I didn't do it! Is it on, is it beyond basic Does it ice grill you or is every song faceless? Does
the hell your swagger at? Who gon be the first to bring the old swagger back? Doing what I do seems like boys mad at that You was sharp homie, where the hell is your
your girl [Chorus:] This bread I eat This salt I swear As I inflate my self with prayer There is no grace There is no guilt This is the law Do
itself ``hell'' -- Where no-one has nothing and nothing is Well meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling. Give me your hate
About this planet there is something I know There's a very big difference between above and below A friend, foe or bro, leave your body on the floor Let
About this planet, there is something I know There's a very big difference between above and below A friend foe, or bro, leave your body on the floor
is f-ing up the rap game While we argue about which rapper got the phat chain You real gangsta you pulling out your gat man The real gangsta is whoever own your
i found the way to reach the highest ground and hidden mysteries buried in this town today is a rainy day and the memories come around there is
has increased at an alarming rate This is down a point Murder up, glee down and still falling Still crawling out of bed at 2 on Saturdays Came this blind
? so what, so what, so what we are saying so what of leaving, so what of staying? evening is dawning, morning is daying so what is back so what is replaying
themselves, so I'll stand and deliver Consider this, I understand this game is hit or miss Whether graf writer, b-boy, turntablist or lyricist This is
I have left a will beside my bed And the boat is there offshore And all I ask is your assistance When that ship is well away from the land That you
