Days of despair Throbbing nerves and rotting lives Forging futures into my body Tearing away at my life At the bottom we stare Looking up to someones
shit My nine mm on my waist, shit I'm a problem Shoot up your place shit Let a few go Then I get low Blazing Haze again The Masters, The Wall Street
All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low and some sing higher Some sing out loud on the telephone wire Some just clap their hands or
in the tent Lend an ear an' you'll see 'Cause when it comes t' needin' savin' Ain' nobody knows it better than me I was so low that I know That only
All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low and some sing higher Some just hang out like a bird on a wire Waiting to fly home All God'
face, shit My nine mm on my waist, shit Ia??m a problem Shoot up your place shit Let a few go Then I get low Blazing Haze again The Masters, The
e Et son teint au vôtre pareil Las! Voyez comme en peu d'espace Mignonne, elle a dessus la place Las! las! ses beautés laissé choir
Jeane The low-life has lost its appeal And I'm tired of walking these streets To a room with a cupboard bare Jeane I'm not sure what happiness means
All God's critters got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher Some sing out loud on the telephone wires And some just clap their hands,
face, shit My nine mm on my waist, shit I'm a problem Shoot up your place shit Let a few go Then I get low Blazing Haze again The Masters, The Wall Street
(feat. Mos Def, Freeway, The Harlem Boys Choir) [Kanye West] We in the streets playa, getcha mail It's only two places you'll end up - either dead or
Jeane The low life has lost its appeal And I'm tired of walking these streets To a room with the cupboard bare Jeane I'm not sure what happiness means
sleeping i was the turning the dials And I walled up your kingdom with radio wires And the bells of the choir came in low and rumbling ...Aw you should
ear an' you'll see "Cause when it comes t' needin' savin' ain' nobody knows it better than me I was so low that I know that only a miracle like this
(Bill Staines) All God's critters got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher Some sing out loud on the telephone wire And some just clap
droops over infamous hillsides we have come to be known as the deprived A choir sings disguised as prunes And boys make aeroplanes in place of news
All God?s creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low and some sing higher. Some just sing out like a bird on a wire Waiting to fly home. All God
