question you been askin: Is Del that masked man? Rollin through our cities just rippin major venues Like Whitney Houston like when I went to Houston My father
wind blows my hair- The cliffs are upon Nearer to heart than eyes Delesting obstruded thirsty trials Mutterd drips laughs I mourn for my father: our
one another with psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs. Sing and make music in your heart to the Lord, always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our
five years old I heard shots out the window, I thought that it was Zorro, driving in from Mexico, I asked my father Pablo who the hell is this Paco, He
