. Everyone, understand In our hearts and our mind, You know there's nothing left to hide, We're already there. I used to cry. Cry for the lost I was
Preklad: Chicago. Cry pre stratené.
chance. Everyone, understand In our hearts and our mind, You know there's nothing left to hide, We're already there. I used to cry. Cry for the lost
we want And let's not cry When it's over When I leave Our thing won't die If you really understand Then come right over to me We can play together for
fuck [Lost Tribe] We got tha weed in tha tote, nigga wanna deed, here I dont Nigga bring tha B's for tha pump Tribe comin' clean like a bitch We gon hit yo town for
the pen ain't for me, 'cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare And who cares
for me to live A young girl like me, raised up in a good family Way too young to endure such misery And every night I cry myself to sleep from all the
back to my crib, kissed matilda goodbye She started to cry, the sight brought tears to my eys The next day made my connection, check my directon My flight to chicago
back to my crib, kissed Matilda goodbye She started to cry, the sight brought tears to my eys The next day made my connection, check my directon My flight to Chicago
days I just wanna cry Oooo, but the days gone by On the corner of Fifth Stree and Vine Oooo, with a bottle of wine The lights turn to red and I hustle for
? Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggas on welfare
fire? Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggas on welfare
