Welcome I know that it has been a long time coming You bought your tickets, you waited in line You were walking and now you find yourself running To
Doo wacko Here is to you, honey But I'm out of your league You never gonna pass me 'Cause I'm out of your league Your league, your league Lookie here
Yeah, yeah, yeah I was right all along Yeah, yeah, yeah You come tagging along Exhibit 'A' on a tray, what you say? Ends up thrown in your face Exhibit
ladder, giddy up Back in the saddle, giddy up Now look at silly me, now look at silly you Avoid 'em problem, girl, will only make us sore But I must
Look out I pet the cat along the whiskers And I always go along the grain You'll never see me in the deep end If I ain't got nothing to gain Don't serve
Mouths of dust and ruptured windpipe Fairytales for lying cheats They're lashing out like wolves in barbed wire Ring the bells and start the fires now
ask me why I have an attitude (All right) When I drop a nine-eleven on my 200C The cops are surprised to see, a minority Behind the wheel of this car, it must
Black and white Always fighting Blue and green It'll soon be spring In the sky Face and I Look for time Candles bind Orange and Red The sun falls dead
Verse I feel your footsteps moving on the second floor I feel your body and I know you know I want to feel some more I fit the record for the loneliest
Under my feet Miles of nothingness Testing my senses Strange as it seems Feels as if I've been Here before It's beautiful So simple Like black and white
I've been around turned around made to see new eyes burning in my head color bends liar friends new eyes seeing the black and white ripped away burned
(Kim Carnes) You had your life And I had mine And together we could Do it all We were the greatest black and white We were every curtain call You'd
Violence throughout the land Racial groups, they plan attack I'm tired of white man's crimes It looks to be for good this time Brother and brother, they
Weiß ist die Keuschheit, Weiß ist rein, Weiß ist kalt wie Schnee, Weiß ist mehr als nur 'ne Farbe, und Weiß zu sein ist
Schwarzbrot, Weißbrot - Fettes Brot Wacht auf ihr Brote, Schwarze, Weiße, Braune, Grüne, Gelbe, Rote der Bote mit der besonderen Note
Elke dag luister ik naar hiphop, de harde ghettoshit, niet de hippop. Het is zwarte muziek, ja dat geef ik toe, maar je weet dat ik het serieus doe.
Black Child, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh You know me, y'all don't know me? Lemme tell y'all a lil' somethin' about me How I came up? Where I came from? Awright
Yeah, Outlawin it Fuckas aint ready for this Thug Life, like that Where you at? Fuck y'all It ain't nuthin but a thug thing Let my nuts hang to the floor