I can't see those trees anymore I can't see that field I can't see if we care anymore But for material Orange and black they wear Beneath hardhats they
[Showbiz] Yeah, it's time to silence the lambs. Let niggas know what time it is on the real tip, know what I'm saying? Showbiz & A.G. killing all the
The waltz of the angels the moonlight and you The waltz of the angels I hear each time I hold you tightly in these arms of mine It's surely from heaven
She drives me crazy, she turns me on She, she makes me go hazy She was long and lean and oh, so beautiful She's my latest lady My lady of the 80's, oh
A thousand rainy days and I Spoke on tongues that talk of saints Burned down days like cigarettes For your hollow praise Down the days that you forget
Each night I dream of you sweet heart I can't see why we had to part But there's no reason now to stay For I was only in your way Oh how I long to see
Juliet, I can feel your glow Of passions ready to explode Secrets you kept should all be told Like blossoms ready to unfold Juliet, you're not afraid
If you had the luck of the Irish You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You should have the luck of the Irish And you'd wish you was English instead A
If you had the luck of the Irish You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You should have the luck of the Irish And you'd wish you was English instead I
We're the children of the eighties haven't we grown We're tender as a Lotus and we're tougher than a stone. And the age of our innocence is somewhere
I saw the vision of armies And I saw, as in noiseless dreams, hundreds of battle flags Borne through the smoke of the battles And pierced with missiles
When rose the eastern star The birds came from afar In that full might of glory With one melodious voice They sweetly did rejoice And sang the wondrous
And now the torch and shadows lead Were it not so black and not so hard to see How can it help you when you don't know what you need? How can anybody
Starting out with Berkeley Free Speech And later on at People's Park The winds of change fanned into flames Student demonstrations spark Down to Isla
But real niggas never die, word up I throw my guns up for niggas locked up To all my project niggas, niggas on chrome To all my hustlers, my dealers
He's never caught one spy untold He's never even caught a cold Got his degree from Disney Land But he's the last of the secret agents And he's my man
Come on baby take a ride with me down to lover's lane Half a mile from heaven you'll be glad you came Words cannot describe the way if feel for you The