the subway station, we know Oh, we're travelling souls Everybody's at the side of the road We belong to the railway station, we know Oh, we're travelling souls
paints self-portraits With a roller Only eats corn And then tries to sell his own soul On a street corner He always remembers everyone's numbers And
'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at
you become a part of history. To all my real niggas:don??° let the ghetto take you under. If you travel the streets,make moves,in large numbers. A couple
the Book of Magica rested. They possessed a much weaker form of magic themselves, and although it would be normally quite useless against the strength of Magica
specters Stripped of will and soul Only their thirst for freedom gives them hunger for vengeance} Silence shrouds the forest as the birds announce the dawn Three travelers
you become a part of history. To all my real niggas:don?t let the ghetto take you under. If you travel the streets,make moves,in large numbers. A couple
I. INTO DARKNESS ------------------------------------------------------------- "As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky, the three travelers,
become a part of history. To all my real niggas:don?t let the ghetto take you under. If you travel the streets,make moves,in large numbers. A couple
