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Sometimes when I’m alone I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn
I find it difficult to carry on
If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that steps that long,
to help another carry on
The world moves fast,
and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes…
I Cry
and no one cares about why.
Tupac Shakur
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn
I find it difficult to carry on
If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that steps that long,
to help another carry on
The world moves fast,
and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes…
I Cry
and no one cares about why.
Tupac Shakur
I never fucked anybody over in my life,
who didn’t have it comin’ to ‘em, you got that?
All I have in this world is my balls, and my word,
and I don’t break’ em for no one, you understand?
who didn’t have it comin’ to ‘em, you got that?
All I have in this world is my balls, and my word,
and I don’t break’ em for no one, you understand?
Cedars stand tall on mount Lebanon
look down upon all those who,
through the ages
have trampled on your land
Greeks, Romans
Byzantines and Turks
and then...
All have desired your body
but all have been trampled
into dust at your feet
These too, now
who desire your clear waters
let them dream
They too will eat your stones
their mouths filled with your dust
their mothers will wail, far away
Let them come with helicopters
wearing night vision goggles
you see more clearly
Your minutes are years
your hours are centuries
your days millenia
You have seen them before
you know how weak is their flesh
how they must one day lay prostrate
look down upon all those who,
through the ages
have trampled on your land
Greeks, Romans
Byzantines and Turks
and then...
All have desired your body
but all have been trampled
into dust at your feet
These too, now
who desire your clear waters
let them dream
They too will eat your stones
their mouths filled with your dust
their mothers will wail, far away
Let them come with helicopters
wearing night vision goggles
you see more clearly
Your minutes are years
your hours are centuries
your days millenia
You have seen them before
you know how weak is their flesh
how they must one day lay prostrate