[DMC] As I walk through the corners of Cooley High I gotta be thankful that I'm still alive I have a lot of thoughts like who the hell am I What is the
vet be, all problems I'm not about the threats B, I'm all promise Before "The Truth", position in the booth As a young scrap, I was vicious as a youth
and alive again I similau (I similau, I similau) Spirit in the heart make the blood flow fast Spirit in the heart make the beauty last Keep the hope alive
In this land of oppression we?re searching for answers That is the reason we?re running away This world is a cesspool of borrowed sorrow Leaving the youth
wonders of the sky As if it were the first time every day Chorus: There ain't no-one left alive to call me Joe You used to say No-one left alive To call
upon my face Or the comfort of a grave I am not alive and I am not dead This is hell on earth How can I possibly explain this eternal youth? When I can
crime side, the New York Times side Stayin' alive was no jive At second hands, moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth
Maybe I could have spared you giving your youth to me Only love is real, everything else illusion Adding to the confusion of the way we can try to just stay alive
Now everybody talkin bout us I could give a fuck I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss Nigga tell me how you want it [Chorus] [Verse Three: 2Pac] Raised as a youth
some feudal Lord He's got more lives than a cat I've never seen him quarrel with my mother even once Things come alive or they fall flat You can smell
1234, tell me that you love me more Sleepless long nights That is what my youth was for Old teenage hopes Are alive at your door Left you with nothing
you don't know what it means To live for someone else, you can't just take And when you're bitten by the truth You blame it on your mis-spent youth You
One, two, three, four Tell me that you love me more Sleepless long nights That is what my youth was for Old teenage hopes are alive at your door Left
kleenex a bloody kotex paradise in the west was yer english dream 100 punks could never rule without caroline coon prime of kenny silvers disapeared in wild youth
flourish In bloom is loner's heart Envy not others - it's their part O'youth take my word true wisdom is voice of tranquil heart Those restless in youth
Urie): I understand how you can love a man of truth. So why don't you just ask him where he spent his youth? Oh, look at her face! She really doesn
one she chose I understand how you can love a man of truth So why don't you just ask him where he spent his youth? Oh, look at her face, she really doesn
are so strong, why are there pieces of love That don't belong? Nations droppin' bombs Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones With the ongoin' sufferin' as the youth