to be actors So they play the Jesse James character And get they bones fractured You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct Inside tuff guys are
you think you gotten past it it's gonna come back around and tackle you to the d*** ground What are friends? Friends are people that you think are your
time you think you gotten past it It's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground What are friends? Friends are people that you think are
The music all is lost for now To a muted trumpeter swan Columnated ruins domino Canvass the town and brush the backdrop Are you sleeping, brother John
I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you
Are you sleeping brother John (Are you sleeping brother John, yeah) If you feel like weeping brother John (Kind of weeping brother John) Please won't you hear me brother
are you at, and yo nigga do you have your motherfucking gat? yeah im strapped, and i ran around the block then she told me my my older brother got shot
a tell you some names that you all should know But I'm a say em anyway so that you know em fo sho You got my boy matt hink You got my road dog dirt You
backstabber Damn, I gotta leave that shit alone [shoestring] It's your nutty nigga how you figure you can take my shit and break Try that shit you thinkin
, din, don! Di, din, don! English Version: Are you sleeping, are you sleeping? Brother John, Brother John? Morning bells are ringing, morning bells are
you sleeping? Brother John, how are you, how are you sleeping? Brother John, how are you, how are you sleeping? Brother John, how are you, how are you
To all my brothers doin time, whether or not you did the crime You know the system is devised to keep you deaf dumb and blind Like scarface said, them cats are
feet John 'Babbacombe' Lee John 'Babbacombe' Lee The jury filed in slowly while we waited their command "Courage, John, you're helpless and you are in heaven's hand" John
you fuckin' niggas bore me On how you goin' out in the blaze of glory You ask Joe, you sad as John Doe You can fool some heads but the real niggas know
I'm the Barber of Seville Still like Gotti bodies are found inside the harbor cause I'm ill It's war, but no more kids are bein kidnapped, matter of fact
we all eat black clouds. once you knew a girl with skin like a sapphire sun. took you back to her apartment, told you everything you did wrong. spit shine
's call'd on his brother John, In Ringlewood be lay still. The first an shot that Lord John shot, He wound fifty and fifteen ; The next an shot that Lord John
