: Each and every single day I was throwing life away with questions Searching for a better way Always looking in the wrong direction My heart I could
eyes and helped me to find How could I've been so blind? How could I've been so blind? How could I've been so blind? You took my heart and You changed
Each and every single day I was throwing life away with questions Searching for a better way Always looking in the wrong direction My heart I could not
Tradução: Tercer Día. Ciegos.
Each and every single day I was throwing life away with questions Searching for a better way Always looking in the wrong direction My heart I could
name Will be synonymous with spittin game Slangin' 'caine, it ain't the same Niggas betta change Them 3 strikes will have ya stretched fo life Get arrested twice The third
Gun like an elephants snout Pull ya ambulance out Ya whole team'll get bombarded Ya on target, and bombed by some unsigned artists We leave ya hair cut like a blind
upon those that refuse to repent [Lead, Lead] God's only begotten son was scourged, mocked and put To death and resurrected on the third day Proved
at the expense of the simple majority, a violent clash, a plunder of the third world, any wretched ploy that bolsters our economy, I ain't no blind supporter
Of course, but keep watching your CNN The glitz, the glamor, all jokes aside If a sponsor pays enough, they'd turn a blind eye on third world genicide
my stage and I must perform to the best of my abilities yeaaaah muthafuckers talking away but we don?t care what they say we taking this day by day [
onna streets of Kingston where Was the art of the day (??) I choose the best my main competition And I'm always on top of my game So don't be blinded
Tut Between us is the pen, I write gems, the viking, see my white wings My sword of blind justice, I love my nine brothers [Tash Mahogany:] Third rail
of light but still blind because you lack the inner, every sinner will end up in the everlastin winter of hellfire Throw on this mix just picks your third
is my stage? And I must perform to the best of my abilities, yeah Motherfuckers talking away, but we don't care what they say We taking this day by day
Some see a teacher Standing on a hill Speaking words of wisdom Some see a healer Reaching out his hand To give sight to a blind man Some see a dreamer
was gonna say something But my cell phone started to ring Now who could be callin' me? Well I checked my caller ID It was just cousin Larry callin' For the third
Frankie told me look a killer Told me I was high, livin' blind to the fact that they sold us out America the beautiful, there's a funeral on every day
