I've been writing letters since that confession Was beaten out of me and now I'll spend my life alone We are all children whose fate was sealed When
I've been writing letters since that confession Was beaten out of me and now I'll spend my life alone We are all children whose fate was sealed When it
how to swim 'And what is a king' he screamed at the wind A king is decisive without and within They can't make me stumble they don't hit my chin They told me
thriller touched him, like he touched me, like he touched you, so carry on his legacy, something i must do, and I trust you lighting candles, concrete visuals, me
black you'd best prepare a speech Say something funny, say something sweet But don't say that you loved me I'm still breathing But we've been dead for
and told you to sit and twirl Sold a billion tapes and still screamed fuck the world So come and kill me while my name's hot And shoot me twenty five
i aint even good with writin, i aint even write shit but i just felt i had to write this letter to Big. verse 1 (Jadakiss) dear frank white Christopher
kissing me Man the nerve of this bitch, pardon my French But it's been 10 days and I'm getting kind of light headed Maybe I'll write her a letter in
have added hip hop ethics one two zero for those that don't know school's in who got the nerve ta write a jam that you can swerve ta over tracks so
peeps all day Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way The Moet and Alize keep me pissy, girls used to diss me Now they write letters 'cause they miss me I
long, live on word up Check it, dedicated know what I'm sayin'? Yo, Pone, I know you left and goin' up creek soon You know my address God write me letters keep me
of a travelin' soldier Our love will never end Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone when the letter said A soldier's coming home So the letters
me along Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong Then go write a letter and send it to my
, striaght up and dead the funeral Ay yo hold the fuck up I said we gon' shoot the wake up and dead the fu-- You dead already we gon' dead the fu--
is thick Hoe don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better, Take all his cash, grab on his ass, write that trick a love letter. Train your woman to
me standing alone Hoping it brings you back to me We're making fiction of our lives Burning pages as we write We read the lies between the lines These dead letters
