PULL OUT HIS SPLINTERS WITHOUT MAKING HIM CRY I'D ALWAYS BE THERE IF HIS DREAM BECAME A NIGHTMARE MRS JOHNSTONE & MRS LYONS MY CHILD MY CHILD MY CHILD
Перевод: Blood Brothers саундтрек. Моя ребенка.
it shines I'll pull out his splinters Without making him cry I'd always be there If his dream became a nightmare MRS LYONS AND MRS JOHNSTONE : My child My child My child
TV, it's playing on my mind, Everything I see has got something to do with killing my brother. Just another mind game? or maybe it's a sign, When the child
my name to Makaveli Had the rap game closed Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows, they froze Now suckas idolize my chosen blows And more money, mean
handle my team? So merciless that my attack'll take command of your dreams Leavin motherfuckers drownin in they own blood Clownin takin pictures later Laugh bout the punk bitches, that turned snitches Regulate my
, A nigga that seen Everything in my muthafuckin eyes I seen my parents get killed To my muthafuckin eyes I seen my brother kill his-self in my eyes
blood and human lives The land where gold of star will glow in silvery water and on black wings high the ravens soar above the glade where as child
back kill six brothers and sisters, kill papa too Sway down Mama, sway down low They gonna know me wherever I go Into my bed with her kerosene my mama creep Set my
Some nights are better than others Some fights are left among brothers Some nights are better than others Some fights are left among brothers You know
no ?pressure? One morning in the mirror, I seen my reflection A young man with good spirits, but needed direction I guess my man's death, was my (Ressurection
’ each other wholeheartedly Yes, it’s all right Take my message to your brother And tell him twice Spread the word and try to teach the man Who’s hating his brother
! C-Part: You have been my mother you could have been my brother what if you were my sister if you were my father? you could have been my fella you could habe been my
that pig brutality shit This unity is gettin' to me Every brother on the street is my homie I'm rollin' through a hood that I never been And every brother
truck Me, I'm overloaded, born hard and scarred Crime intellect, more complex than nerves in your spinal chord Bank job my forte, not off of gun play Hostage taker, I killed my brother
feel it, can you feel it, can you feel it! All the brothers of the world should be Lovin' each other wholeheartedly. Yes it's alright, take my message to your brother
will hold carry your soul away I search my soul My heart and in my mind To try and find forgiveness This is someone child With pain unreconciled Filled
with that, that blood of a slave Boilin' in my veins, it's just hot Until a nigga can't take it no more Blood of a slave, heart of a king turn my voice