sent 3 no women no kids and I'ma shine on this nigga like Mop 'N Glo you think he stopped and load he jumped down with the rocks and a bomb on a dope
saw stars start falling, wondered if the sky was crying I slowed my mind but the time is flying. See flow, I fly on a regular basis to say that I'm on
on Christmas Day. To hold my hand and be with me for Christmas, I want you home, I want you home on Christmas Day. [DK] I wish upon a star, that wherever
anything half-way Don't give a damn what anyone might say I just wanna free fall for a while That rebel moon is shinin' Those stars burn like diamonds Hell bent on
on stars in the Texas sky I got your name tattooed Across my heart, how could we lose? Back in black when we were hand in hand Two young kids like Jack
you make me believe in tiring As you fall fast asleep it reminds me Of the slow symphonies behind me They sing along All the nightmares you'll see tomorrow All the stars on
Frantz Fanon the Wretched of the Earth home Phenomenon be goin' on and on Sailing along a likkle song By the record take it home and fling it on So
for the kids sake, the hurricane wiped us out like a earthquake, we trying to say grace, but we aint gotta place to stay, so they made us evacuate we on our way
cool kid? The class president valedictorian. "A plus", star quaterback Cadillac convertible drivin', signin' cheerleaders autorgraphs The letter on the jacket. Medal around the neck Pin on his chest, and mind on
frowning hard on whack chorus Proof was on the scene before Nat Morris Cold as a black forest in these starving streets A garbage heap that was brought Stars
turn it on till you think that you're set" So I got my riggin' and I cinched it on down Then I said to old Sam, "Go ahead and turn it on" Well, it rattled
stressin The aggression, the look of no hope on me and my niggaz faces Like the lord overlooked us when he handed down his graces You see embraces, fall short on
know hurt is on the way, when I dream of angels falling There's no perfect way to say, how my vows to you were broken And who is that on the phone, let
full of love that's coming your way, baby Spike heels and skin tight jeans I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way, baby I'm hanging on
there's not much hope for a red dirt girl Somewhere out there is a great big world Thats where I'm bound And the stars might fall on Alabama But one
Two youths on the run Learning some truth about life And when he stares at the stars he reflects on the moon The time the talks they share walking around calhoon And when she watches the look on