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I ll meet my maker tonight

So this is it
This is my life
This is my time
It s ending tonight
I made my mistakes
I tried to live right
Stepped out of the darkness into the light
And when I m gone
Will they remember
Will they mourn
Will they move on
When my sad songs for lonely son
His time has come his life is done

And tonight
We ll celebrate the end
Of this life
And we ll sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah

Whhooaa aaooohh
It s alright

With open arms
This is the way
The way I ll meet my maker tonight

And on my grave
What will it say?
Here lies another soul that was saved
So please don t cry
Just sleep at night
And I will wait on the other side

And tonight
we ll celebrate the end
Of this life
And we ll sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Whooaahh ooohhh
It s alright
This is a night

With open arms
This is the way
The way I ll meet my maker tonight

And tonight
We ll celebrate the end
Of this life
And we ll sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Whooaaa ooohh
It s alright
This is a night I again

With open arms
This is the way
The way I ll meet my maker tonight

Whhoooaaa oohhh (x6)

Nobody with no one to call
And all this time
Hot metal as her clothes dissolve
Emergency lights
It s genocide
It s sucide

I m spinning around the room in awe
I m spinning around the room

I m floating through a room of halls
Partytime
Stops breathing like a china doll
And broken eyes
It s genocide
Suicide

I m spinning around...

My name is Karma, I live at next door
I make noise to let you know I move here
My name is Karma, I live at next door
I make noise to let you know I move here

I was living in Miami for awhile
A couple blocks away from...

Busta Rhymes)
Catching my fever
Rob the passanger, the last griever
You don t lone my squad?
Fuck ya ll, we don t love your ass neither
Way off the meter

(Rampage)
Yo Bus, me and Spliff, we got heaters
Everything...

Sometimes I just get so frustrated
I don t even bother sleeping anymore
And all of this seems overrated
In all of us there s all the things we ve said and done
If we see them lying on the floor

And I, asked them why
Can they remember
All this will be forgotten
Surrender there s nothing...

[1ª.- Pink]

Voy a contar,
la historia de una niña de papá,
que cambió D. Algodón por un liguero color rosa.
La conocí,
estando en un nigh club que hay en Madrí,
yo estaba en la barra ,
y escuché una voz: me llamo Rosa.

Ay!...