I crush her shape goes down We melt up from the ground Up to better times Sweet release, take me now, take me now Up to better times Sweet release,
I crush her, she goes down We melt up from the ground? Up to better times, sweet release, take me now, take me now Up to better times, sweet release
ترجمة: يعيش. النسخة الحلو.
of rhythm An entire ocean of emotion that's enlightening to swim in Also a forest of feeling, beaten paths of peace Trapped inside my silhouette, I have to speak to release
named Eazy and i live my life straight crazy dont need no punk-fools payin me and broke groupies and hoochies dont faze me i take two steps back and release
sweat the stress, take the bitter with the sweet Did I let you know I have the Tims on my feet? You knew my stats when I came around Saying, "Damn, he's living
, it's crystal clear when Kweli and Kris is here Searching for the perfect beat, I went to East Dayt' It's crazy and fugazi how they slaves to they release
It's about a couple bitches, bragging switchers on my n-ggas and we Getting it, you should come and feel this Live the sweet/suite life, need a filling/feeling Take a hit, inhale then release
you Release my wings through downward sky Landing in the park to make the pigeons fly I don't know why, but some of the times I feel my status is a curse I live
realized too soon Caught in the afterlife, I've gone too far When sorrow sang softly and sweet The air was filled with tears full of sadness and grief When sorrow sang softly and sweet
Of not knowing which way to go One road was simple acceptance of life The other road offered sweet peace When I made my decision My vision became my release
us in the teeth Yet something makes us crawl back for more... Blood and tears upon the altars of our lives we shed Blood and tears until the sweet release
Two carrying me at where my hands are laid Endless sleep... giving me peace and eternally bringing release Nothing more to done Nothing more tobe lived
sweet nausea Genetic bar code hell Mental genocide Repulsive human shells Choke on the fruits of out life Cold stare, starving eyes Blinded, tired lives Release
'Vannith, R'Vannith she cried As the last of her kinsmen fell dead by her side Oh why could I not stand with my warrior queen There to share sweet release
no indemnity. Some seek release with effete anaesthesia, others adapt to the role of sworn enemy. You found nepenthe in cheap, sweet amnesia; It was
