will know that there was a lesson never learned, a truth beyond our scope? that peace is more than the lack of war, but we have buried the corpse of hope
What I want would never surface otherwise I hope your heart runs empty and you realize Hold on to this hope, hold on to this hope Hold on to all my hope
Shine your light, your love, your hope Hold it in your hand so tight Beam it from your eyes at night I can't find my way
(Chorus) Lord, I hope this day is good I'm feelin' empty like you know I would I should be thankful, Lord, I know I should But Lord I hope this day is
now, and die happy Le Cerf Malade Il en coute A qui vous reclame Medecins du corps et de l'ame
if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope It's just a case of flash delirium Here's a growing culture deep inside a corpse Ages stuck
usin' the stairs Hope they hurry up before it's too late I want my baby too much to wait All this climbin' is a gettin' me down They'll find my corpse
, gatherin' no moss Mami, I'm comin', I hope you get off Or rock your own boat like Aaliyah then talk Back, back, forth, forth Get that sailor on course, course Make that track a corpse, corpse
face And I wait till the morning comes There will come a time I fear when all my days are done They will come, collect my corpse and bury me But I hope
shy, put your hand in mine Repeat 1 I came to bring the pain hard corp to the brain (we got this place on up) I came to bring the pain hard corp to
You take your clothes off Right after school The tea is on The flame is blue And you hope it won't take All afternoon The TV's waiting To talk to you
nice lady Wait, no, stop me now 'fore I get on a roll (Damn) Let me tell you What this pretty little dame's name is 'Cause she's kinda famous And I hope
got her moaning J. cole, they used to say Jermaine I never change, Im like a corpse in a coffin, 6 feet, shits deep I was low, just a dolla and some hope
through the forest of doubt Till I'm out in the wide open plains hoping to maintain The same yield, but the field's littered with corpses Death is my
place he lay in a gray basement Shaking his scabs, crack bag, stabbed up four times, strong! With a long rusty Jason Dumped the smoldering corpse in
Shit Feel this If your hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (Fuck you) Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (Fuck you) And you said we wouldn't
prepare for battle pass the pump When I get to poppin' niggaz is droppin' then they done Callin' the coroner come collect the fuckin' corpse He got it
