turn away my hopes and dreams so fast? I, I cannot help but think that my time won't last How am I going to make my mark? When am I going to get my star
Tradução: Street Dogs. Estrellas.
I turn away my Hopes and dreams so fast I I cannot help but thing that My time won't last How am I going to make my mark? When am I going to get my star
ever controversial Tupac Shakur has just released another album under the alias Makaveli. Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist street
Working all day in my daddy's garage Driving all night chasing some mirage Pretty soon little girl I'm gonna take charge (chorus) The dogs on Main Street
beginning There is no fucking turning back Forgotten youth, just wastes away Always forward, never look back. Break all fucking barriers This street
bar And If I Got Beef I Am Tha Meat Cleaver And I Are The Illest Nigga Martin Luther King Died For And I Ride Four Hollygrove 1-Seven Eagle Street And
Bar And If I Got Beef I Am Tha Meet Clevor And I Are The Illest Nigga Martin Luther King Died For And I Ride Four Hollygrove 1-Seven Eagle Street And
dogs Running wild, crazy Sick in the head get out of hand daily Sick dogs got one screw missing Are you a pelon psyclone on a mission? Sick dogs
the drugs got you lost in fear Luv Allah, you in this for the broads, or you wanna ball M.O.E., I've seen money seperate dogs Cut your life short with
humming] [U-God] Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and dogs become meat
hat, People stood and stared then closed their doors, as he passed, He strolled the empty street, kids banged on tin cans, Then the panting dogs began
Sha-La-La Sha-La-La Shine on me Sha-La-La Sha-La-La Shine on me She shuffles her feet In that kitchen retreat Victorian respite Irish streets of gold
Taken to skid row Apocalyptic downtown Wandered from Foley's pub to this Somebody gather me I need a rescue mission Push me out of harm's way and into
Verse: All of my life I have searched for clarity I have wrestled with some paths very deep inside of me I lost some rounds, been knocked around Felt
sky Ahoy, ahoy, boy, man and soldier Ahoy, ahoy, deceived and then punctured Ahoy, ahoy, why should they die? Out of concealment, blank and stark eye
For as long as I remember I ran a life of crime Harmed everyone that I know Stolen what's not mine Problems solved through violence Feelings dulled with
