If all is fair in love, then I'm a lover If all is fair in war, then I'm a warrior If I should fall in battle, I'll come back for you Over and over again
From day one to day none my heart get no more It's dark, tomorrow might come alone Since I can't see clear, I stumbled home It ain't fair, the air out
I feel that I've lasted a long line of broken hearts You say it's over I want to talk, I never thought I would fall apart But I still love you Give me
of better days Oh, life, it's misunderstood, yeah Life's not always fair, or so they say Strangled, caged, left alone, doin' time in a broken home Feelin
light the fire That burns the best Inside I feel alive So softly blessed May I feel the air, skin still fair I love the time we have A claim on broken
" Whoa yeah, the hammerhead shark Now, now now Johnny was fair liked to drink and fight And he raised big hell every Saturday night When the sheriff found him nearly broken
knows you can't save her You can't stop or change her plans Just an American revolver You're proof she means what she says It's a fair fight with you
In the tall grass of a long sun a quiet repast and I'm sweet nothings Come hell, I'm your lover, your man, your friend, your fair weather It's a world
Check the record An reckon an intentional wreck Played off as some intellect Made the call, took the fall Broke the laws Not my fault that they're fallin' off Known as fair
fight that demon in disguise She fades away in the night Dripping me Into her hands Clean glands, organs of truth Hunting for a vision or view Broken
You're goin' to get smacked for not playin' fair It's in the air you can feel the tension We don't take kind to senseless dissension You bark like a dog, you fight
'm fighting for Oh, tell me 'cause I gotta know Don diva, first name Lisa Raye, freshly dipped in Burberray My team is green with red cherray If I was broke
and again and again and again Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger skin Lingering in the depths of this pool of resendential Fighting
They wanna rearrange the whole point of view of the ghetto The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle A bandana full of glittering, generality Fighting for freedom and fighting
t you this kite But I had to K.I.M., you know the city don't sleep Put 50 cents in your commisary, reach you next week The streets still in a shangle, since we last broke
a life even if it's broke up Give you strength to fight whatever's coming toward you And don't forget that I'm always praying for you It's not fair all
What Growin' up in broken homes You find yourself at ten years old Runnin' drag and startin' fights But minors hide behind their rights Start slow with