people ya don't have it that bad
How can thingz change so there never be tha same?
How could they arange, speek I hold up tha game?
Life game is tha street game,
Fuck fame, I must survive tha blame.
If people write a lyric,
they hope everybody hear it.
People think they survive shit.
When they hear a mag spit.
People mourn,
when there hope's gone.
Everybody is a artist,
only thing is ya have 2 do something with ya gift.
With ya talent,
find tha balans.
In ya life,
try 2 live don't try 2 survive.
How could they arange, speek I hold up tha game?
Life game is tha street game,
Fuck fame, I must survive tha blame.
If people write a lyric,
they hope everybody hear it.
People think they survive shit.
When they hear a mag spit.
People mourn,
when there hope's gone.
Everybody is a artist,
only thing is ya have 2 do something with ya gift.
With ya talent,
find tha balans.
In ya life,
try 2 live don't try 2 survive.
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| louise: | Maandag, februari 25, 2002 19:33 |
| weer zo'n mooie, ik hoop dat je me snel terug emailt... liefs louise |
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