we start the cycle it begins a renaissance apocalypse I hope I live the day to see a day when free speech is still free its a state of the art sad state
There's a chance that I don't know you Maybe I won't like you It's a long It's such a long Lady it's been a long time We were lovers in a different story
de la Vie Le vent de la frontiere Veut consoler mes pleurs Mais l'eau de la riviere A d'etranges couleurs Cependant dans les bois Un mysterieux concert M'a dit qu'il faut garder L'espoir a
I wont forget you Ill write you once a week she said Why does it feel the same To fall in love or break it off And if young love is just a game Then
he's not the same Down by the club on the parking lot cinders I was to meet him and play his game. Yonder stands the sinner He calls my name without a
away so long Wonder where I went wrong Spent my last years in a cell Never ever go away again I've been so sad and lonely Never ever ever gonna go away
The people hurry by All looking for a corner And if they meet a friend Who asks them to repay some old favour, They just look away. Old men in
all. Everything's expanding in a constant state of change. Everything's demanding in a constant state of pain. You radiate away your last remaining heat Your atmosphere has blown away
work get) She from my town far away Then she moves to the A To go to Georgia State Then she got turned out Then she dropped out Now she is a actress to
is like a flashback This is like a dream This is like all the things you can fit inside a memory X2 This is like a flashback Flashback This is like a
been you Behind state walls bidding These are the things that a G pray for, acquit us A little stash in the safe or a little shorty to wait for Or a shorty
you've got to hide your love away Hey you've got to hide your love away How could I even try I can never win Hearing them, seeing them In the state
money in like 4 hours on a Benz with like 400 and Horsepower And a chain that had christ on it, a rollie with alot of Ice on it A pinky ring with a price
expect Nigga, I'm something like a pimp Something about the limp Before something like I'm pimp Instead I'm something like a pimp Cause every thirty days I'm pulling up with something with a
light shining through the fuckin palm trees [Ice Cube:] California ain't a state it's a army [Both:] California ain't a state it's a army
away from the hood, like a state penitentiary Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine Or take
In My nigga Will in the pen, he bout to come home Hey tell these niggas I made a million of a ring tones I got a spring home down in Tampa Bay And I was
