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of the rich man

I've been living this poor – well
I guess for
Forever, and I bet I will forever more
Barely eking by
Seeking out the dollar stores
For

I have been redeemed 
                           By: Pellé Price
Intro:

Here we are.... Yea

V1:
Look I'm writing this letter, Lord I need your help

ein gravar med spaden
Sotti sopar i bygd og by
Og folk fara siste ferdi
Og sume falla og sume fly
Det ser inkje blidt ut i verdi

Du heve no trøytt so

confessing to crimes I committed
Was caught by your innocence, wished it was mine
The only victim of a victimless crime

[Verse 3: Crescent Moon]
Echoes fade

to rescue her, but I was captured and detained (Um --)
There I met Red XIII, a talking lion with a mane (Cloud --)
The president of Shinra was shot by

Yeah, man, um
Trapped On Cleveland 2
SS241 in Bleveland
250 Block Life
Due to the fact, nigga, millions and billions on the table
Keed
Talk

Yeah, yeah, um
Class is in session, please get by the bar
Ladies, first position (Yung Dza)
I wanna see you tucking in that butt, haha (go,

is that the seed of a man chosen by God must not be wasted

Run away, that's the plan, live above the grave
None is safe, I see the pain

dienen
Um Leben zu atmen
Das hat keinen Sinn

Du bist ein Mensch
Darauf steht der Tod

Du bist kein Mensch
Satanische Endlösung!

Nur auserwählte Krieger

Sie aber weiß um dieses Licht
Und sie denkt immer daran

In der Glut des Hasses
Wallt die Macht
Sie sammelt sich
Mit jedem neuen Tag an
Sie wird stärker

Zivilisation
Maschinen und Konstruktionen
Kommen im Feuer um
Die Tränen räumen alles
cus ihrem Weg
Die Erde weint Stahltränen
Über das Leben

Die Stahltränen

Blick wia Morbus Kitahara
dini Crew bestoht us lita Rapper, mini Crew bestoht us Literata
reisa um da Globus mit da Barda
i bin vu dem Qwan Ki Do-Bambino

Roll on the song and um, this beat's blasting
In radios, parks, clothes emporiums
House speakers and school auditorium
You can tell by the new def Fila's

Niggas turned on in the game
Leavin' 'em dead
I play by the rules, niggas is playin' chess
With the same mindset
I'm livin' with no regrets
I found out

my dream
As the world keep turning
Always say what I mean

And what about my dreams? City of the angels
Rescued by a man who is no angel
And who's

hardly
Heavy on the Bob, fix it with the Marley
Rastafar-i, revize see
Rastastar, wisdom guidance and protection
Guided by the light of perfection
Next um

a magazine photo shoot
You can see, already in love with a beauty queen
Ambie Smith, that's her name
Always by me when I'm after fame
But I'm not now, no I'm

Written by: P Bailey

I want to work in my love can you feel it Can you see it baby It's just the way that it's done,
Don't hide it...justify it

on this plane.
Hello? (Hello where are you?) Can you call back after nine?
Hello? (Hello where are you?) Oh, by the way... I’m fine.
Plane or train, let it

Sexually transmitted but wrose than any STD
This one meant death was well, um gauranteed
Time is what decided between the inevitability
Back then you only

by myself an i be rolling 
Fish bowl on the whip 
Face card good 
Pockets fat af an the swollen 
This me at your door aint bo catfishing Send shooters

Ghetto mit
Dem Finger am Lauf
Ich zünd' per Knopfdruck und lauf
Und randalier' mit Gewalt
Es geht um Goldbarren und
'ner Platinkette am Hals
Ich bin der

verdiene
Mach' mein Money mit (?)
Ich habe nie wieder Zeit, um zu liegen
Und ich habe Patente, jegliche Start-ups
Racker' mir täglich den Arsch ab
Meine

gern mit Basey Stress macht wie 'n Hooligan
Um Geschäftspartner zu binden wie Ägypter-Mumien
Guck, ich scheine mit den Ketten, scheine mit dem Aston