Letras:
These Days Willing To Suffer

I have left is a dream of the days that are gone All I have left is a mem'ry that never will fade If you must leave me to suffer life's heartaches alone

as these arms the one the type to bare arms And wear my heart on my sleeve Even when I fell in God I believe Read the days that weave through the maze

The end of the world, 2012 You'll be my man and I'll be your girl 2012 x 7 Now they be telling me that these are the last days Are we really that close

and Txx Will did promotion Got it where Mitch Bade was the shit and got Kansas City open Juan got that shit to Quincy Jones through a chick named Mona Three days

? Last will transcripted.. Glory killed - Hours marked with days The art of suicide By my weary side Cannot connect these feelings with the stoned life Whenever I suffer

saw your heart it was changin Niggaz out on the street, your peeps gettin covered in sheets You relied on heat to keep you from suffering defeat And now you're different like these

they can Thought that it was better these days But there are some people who will never change Still a minority in their eyes And when confronted, they will

last surviving Mayan tribe. And the Tsutsil speak a lovely birdlike language and are quite tiny physically; I towered over them. Mostly, I spent my days

objective, to sort and decipher Their generation will rot in their golden grooves Our generation slapped with a fuckin' X Suffer, why don't you bitch about your pain? Suffer