I know I can Be what I wanna be If I work hard at it I'll be where I wanna be I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If
There are no sunsets, just silence You could see that she was true and faithless But see through the future and forget all the lies Black out the words
Son of God, purest light, Lord on high is here tonight Stamping through, this sacred sky suddenly our eyes behold Heaven's perfect plan unfold, son of
Mary's Christmas baby Mary's Christmas baby Mary's Christmas baby Is God's own Son You see the star from the East came to the West To show the wise men
Child of God Your life laid down, crucified. Your arms stretched out and open wide. To rescue me so I can be a child of God. From nail pierced hands
I want you back, feel so sure of our love I'll write a song about us breaking up The traffic lights on the street of love Have just turned red, turned
It took you a week to say One day you were A virtuoso, a virtuoso The girls have moved Some brass band and a marching girl She likes it that way She
Well, he was one of the millions Who signed up to defend us long ago in 1941 When they sucker punched us in Pearl Harbor He fought under Macarthur seventeen
Kun toinen salama maahan loi Han tointui unestaan Tahtoi han kokea voimiaan Ne liian heikoiks' osoittain Aikuistua saanut viela ei Ei hallita ukkosta
For real a child of god, done made an watched me grow Like i done watched an served fiends, made they addictions grow Caught by 5-0, not me, never no
Senorita, looks like you Ain't done nothing Good women ain't supposed to do Oh no no no no I seen her downtown, 'bout an hour ago Behind the glass at
Son of God Shaper of the stars You alone The dweller of my heart Mighty King How beautiful You are, how beautiful Son of God The Father's gift to us
Hold my hand and walk with me You're the light that makes me see And on this path my soul you lead Oh my shepherd, walk with me I need You more than
Serpent tongue speaks to me Of a man from southern land How ancient gods are enemies But I don't understand Hippocratic voice of love Talk of peace and
He is hater of the rotten earth He is the nova that will drape the sky in woe We drink from his poisoned water He is lord of those who dwell bound in
Braveheart for life So y'all wit me? Yea What? Yea Why don't y'all blast on these niggas, man? Tuck in your chain put your watch in your pocket Here
see you dressed in all white Smiling at me, happy knowing everything's all right If only I can hear your voice and your laughter Just one more time My chest would be filled
Get, get, get down Uh uh uh New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration Prince from Queens