was her son that died Regret to inform that you have won A trip to the other side Another tragedy man, oh yeah Another tragedy man Once he smiled silent
Translation: Trouble. Tragedy Man.
was her son that died regret to inform that you have won a trip to the other side Another tragedy man - oh yeah Another tragedy man once he smiled
Sellin' the freedom town to put my feet on the ground See whats around, then lock shit down like Nino Brown I'm bound by hona and down for drama like Tony Man
Flippin' off the principal, single mother home structure She looked after baby brother while mom worked two jobs Just to buy supper Pops was a struggling musician, troubled man
off the principles single mother Home structure she looked at the baby brother while the moms work Two jobs just to buy supper pops was a struggling musician Troubled man
of time, running out of time Trouble always seems to find A way to live inside my mind My haunted head and me remain alone Underneath my masquerade A simple man
your head Can't trust it... Where so many tears are shed Keep friends? he keep a 9 instead He know tonight he could be dead No justice... So many troubled
Standin' on the side of the road with a long shadow and suitcases, going nowhere, and I don't care, I'm a grown man. Hold my own hand, kickin' my own
be jumpin' out trees in camouflage Me and Juvenile got two keys we 'bout ta ride Dem boyz playin' wit da upt, well, dey gots to die Man, it's that deep It's a tragedy
with your small town heels Catching hold of nothing like your one armed man Treat your life like a tragedy, self-inflict abuse Treat your life like a tragedy
with medication tomrorow - I'm sure of it. This man's tragedy has made him a prisoner in his own body. And it's not just tragedy, it's dementia, despair
I'm sure it exists, It just takes a while to travel From your head to your fist. I can't understand, What makes a man, Hate another man, Help me understand
A song for you this evening, and it's not to make you sad, Or for adding to the sorrow of a troubled Northern land. But lately I've been thinking, and
any trouble Not one of ours HARLEM WOMEN (Group 2) Not one of ours Never heard of him Don't want any trouble Not one of ours ALL HARLEM WOMEN Don't
Fell right on his head Yeah many years ago There was a man who said I am a shaman A voodoo shaman Got in trouble so he's going out Mixing up and Haiti
[Tony Kakko] There is a man in this world, who has never smiled You may know his tragedy, the later years, by heart In the beginning, there was a mother
