books and you read till the day But still ya house of diddy 'cause you got a little paper Push a cat in the corner, trust me it's the nature Never underestimate the things you do Read
flower How I want you, give me just an hour You seem like an angel No one compares to you You're the best book I ever read You're the smartest thing
ready A half angel, half tart I try and comprehend you But I got a dyslexic heart I ain't dying to offend you I got a dyslexic heart Do I read you
Got to have your love) I can feel your sweet caress wash away all the loneliness That I once felt inside my heart, oh yeah Boy, if you could read my
from trouble The world outside me grows darker by the day So I promise to stay here close beside You Surely God would want His children safe Then in reading
it on, I can't wait to get it on I'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the land of the lost You can't see me like Charlie Angel's boss I'm often coolin' round
I, I can?t read the future but I still want to hold you close Right now, I need that from you So give me the morning sharing another day with you Is all
If I could make a wish, I think I'd pass Can't think of anything I need No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound Nothing to eat, no books to read
By my grandfather's bed, my mother is reading Psalm 62, God is our refuge And my grandfather stirs, could it be He is waking one final time He has something
You really don't know me and thats the fun part See my flows retarded but Miss Martin is dumb smart An' you are literate, you can't even read the tele
was a set up, that's what the O.G.'s say I heard Rick got his dope from the CIA A new kind of baller out in sunny Los Angeles Benzes, houses, young niggaz
house then I braker If I don't see break she'll give me a call Same ol' freak show having a ball Breakdown She's a tender a star and Angel in white
hills of Los Angeles are burning Palm trees are candles in the murder wind So, many lives are on the breeze Even the stars are ill at ease and Los Angeles
My morning paper has the scores The human interest stories And the obituary, oh yeah Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back How many angels can you fit
a wish, I think I'd pass Can't think of anything I need No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound Nothing to eat, no books to read Making love with
- I got shooters that are watching for me. (RIFF) PROFESSOR GREEN: I'm heavy, I'm colder, better me know, sir, I can tear apart mc's but I'd rather read