here to save you Though I know I never could I don?t wanna change you I just wish you understood That you are just a puppet In a poetess? play And
Translation: Tina Dico. Poetess' Play.
[VERSE 1] Ya ever wonder about the future? Schemin and dreamin for a power booster I'm a female, and you can see in my eyes Tears I cry as the next man
21 she was over and done She's a has-been, gone with the wind On a corner, now you wanna swing Pay a price, sure treat you right Ain't that nice? Poetess
are estimated to be in violent relationships) [Ice Cube] (Listen to the hit) (That is a fact) [Ice Cube] (Listen to the hit) [VERSE 1: The Poetess
[intro:] as soon as hip hop came out it was a music that i could grasp and identify with the millennium. chorus: all round and round! from the first
Here comes the mechanical sun Working on the bones in the dry old creek bed Mist on the old river bend, yellow box hangs like it's dead The emerald silo
She rises early from bed Runs to the mirror The bruises inflicted in moments of fury He kneels beside her once more Whistpers a promise "Next time I'll
She rises early from bed, runs to the mirror The bruises inflicted in moments of fury He kneels beside her once more, whispers a promise "Next time, I
The gone staying by me Feeling disease, crying sun Soil adorning me, preparing to grow Fever, disgust, dear sigh Bewatching the truth, morals to break
--- "Poet's Moon" from the fish single "Credo" --- You sit there biding your time of your head and into your mind Penning thoughts that are dreams in
She walks in to this world now, shea??s walking always close to me She brings the sun within her, and she gives everything to me She brings jewels and
The trouble with poets is they talk to much. They tell us how it hurts them, and it hurts them just a little more. We can not tell; maybe they make that
Señor de los tiempos Dale sentido a mi vida Concédeme inspiración Que me sirva de guía Señor de los tiempos Concé
He's tired of getting up Tired of life Tired of working at the same old job And tired of his wife Overcome with a desire To come of age Better step aside
(Divided into pieces of the sun) I can tell by the color of the sky You and eyes so red divided into pieces of the sun I fall into the moment understanding
Poet's problem, patron's sin Puts me in the place I'm in Passion's letter, poison pen On these two things I can depend You will write your number, that
