Como estas? My name is Rosa and like my mother before me Everyday I roll cigars and they?re the finest in the world To pass the time the reader reads
[Verse 1] You're a fucking hustler, Wearing crowns of creation! I was born a troubler, Spitting venom, I've been a hunter! I was on probation, you were
Crown Him with many crowns, The lamb upon the throne: Hark! How the heav'nly anthem drowns All Music but its own! Awake, my soul, and sing Of Him who
Kennedy J'ai fait mes diez en diez 31 diez Je donne tout quand je rap ou quand je baise Loin de nos reve on vie comme on creve On se met des vodkas
Hear me I am the crown for the morbid The fire in the eyes of the rabid I am the hate inside the psychotic And the fear consuming the phobic I seek to
Thy star so low, thy star so high I am the first to know those paths Among thousands different sounds Fragile heart I do recognize Hear the mumble Of
When we've been dwelling long On what we've done wrong We forget what he's already done right, It escapes our sight, To know I just might Be a prince
Hidden eyes Staring at me Capture all movements Dissect my behaviour Hidden ears Are bugging me Record my voice Analyze my thoughts Satellites Looking
Like Nostradamus I foresee - a world of pain and misery I'm Notre Damus from Paris - sightseer, hear it's elegy save me, save me According to what he
Got jealous of bricks with fire escapes. So moved out east, My heart in the west. I tried my best, To look presentable, and less distressed. But I can
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