by Suffer Yourself on album Inner Sanctum
Lord Byron And War, which for a moment was no more, Did glut himself again; a meal was bought With blood, and each sate sullenly apart Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left; All earth was but
by Common on album The Dreamer, The Believer
[verse 1] we were from different cities on the same block grew up in different circles in the same spot like raindrops we fall in love giving our all showing her ring off like a player at the ball i r
by LL Cool J on album Exit 13 (Explicit Version)
Welcome to Exit 13 I am your host LL Cool J [Verse 1] You said I was finished And Father Time was the blame You disrespected my legacy And threw dirt on my name Told DJs he's over He ain't spittin' t
by LL Cool J on album Exit 13 (UK Explicit)
Welcome to Exit 13 I am your host LL Cool J [Verse 1] You said I was finished And Father Time was the blame You disrespected my legacy And threw dirt on my name Told DJs he's over He ain't spittin' t
by LL Cool J on album Exit 13 (Bonus Edition)
Welcome to Exit 13 I am your host LL Cool J [Verse 1] You said I was finished And Father Time was the blame You disrespected my legacy And threw dirt on my name Told DJs he's over He ain't spittin' t
by LL Cool J on album Exit 13 (Explicit Version)
Welcome to Exit 13 I am your host LL Cool J [Verse 1] You said I was finished And Father Time was the blame You disrespected my legacy And threw dirt on my name Told DJs he's over He ain't spittin' t
by LL Cool J on album Exit 13 (Bonus Track Version)
Welcome to Exit 13 I am your host LL Cool J [Verse 1] You said I was finished And Father Time was the blame You disrespected my legacy And threw dirt on my name Told DJs he's over He ain't spittin' t
by Conejo on album Los Angeles Times
An Adolescent May Hunger For A Sense Of Power Especially If That Youngster Has Few Things In Life No Money Little Education A Broken Family And No Cultural Attachments To His Community Analyst Say Tee
by Peter Rowan on album The Festival Tapes Tellulive
Oh, the wind blows cold On the trail of the buffalo Oh, the wind blows cold In the land of the Navajo In the land of the Navajo A hundred miles from nowhere out on the desert sand One-eyed Jack, the