then I saw a camp for children Whose crime was being born They're called Bui-Doi The dust of life Concieved in hell And born in strife We owe them fathers
foot is all ready in the grave What will it take for a nigga to get paid Wasn't born with no silver spoon in my mouth Without a doubt I'm strugglin' Fuck doin' bad
it'll be alright... Eiht: Now I'm 15, my life done hit a split screen What used to be a good kid struck a bad gene Bad dreams, young thugs and crime
Plans for the future? I don't know Since you were born What happening has Made you happiest? The fact that I was born And the Saddest? It's too
In an aeroplane If The dream I saw last night Is to become true And If there is to be a sequel To this dream People are born Then they Fall in love
] Ahuh Ahuh (Yea KING) Ahuh Ahuh (Royalty Gone Bad) Ahuh Ahuh (Take three... Action) Ahuh Ahuh No girls in my dorm Let it rain, I was born on a farm
we like our music loud *Chorus* we were made to be bad and it might make you mad we're so wild you're Born 2 B Mild denim jeans and sticky dreams
yuh buff a nuh ur pussy fault a di bad influence from fi her fuck deh wah she use to give him so mek mi tell my mate an my man seh, mi born wid di enitial
that's hangin on me, And all the pain in my family - they all depend on me. Lord, I'm twisted. Man, how do you decide between real life and a dream?
Hold that chrysalis in your palm See it split and change It won't do you any harm It's just trying to rearrange It was born to live a day Now it flies
until your hands bleed You stole your mother's whitest gown Swallowed like a sunbeam And I stole your father's crusted crown It shook us like a bad dream
fly no fish can swim No fish can swim Until The King is born Until The King is born in Tupelo Until The King is born in Tupelo In a clap board shack
Bad dreams and nightmares Ooo they slip away. Ooo they slip away into the remains of the day. I know that sometime I'll stop looking for you. Stop seeing your face every day Bad dreams
No friend but yourself Compassion dies Lords of opression In jail you'll die Your knowledge won't help you now Loser This is what you are Bad dreams
t want to go poor I'm just searching for my dignity This is our fading American Dream This is our fading American Dream This is our fading American Dream
do we cry Why do we wish it could all be write Why do we dream Of whats not real I just wish she was here tonight It was a bad call that she made Plane
for what I am, and do The A is for Adam and the lyrics, true So as pray and hope and the message is sent And I am living in the dreams that I have dreamt