All my homies drinkin' liquor, tears in everybody's eyez Niggaz cry to mourn a homie?s homicide But I can't cry instead I'm just a shoulda Damn, why'd
How long will they mourn me Yeah! This for my nigga Kato It's still on nigga Thug Life, Thugs for life Ha Ha yeah, how long will they mourn me Yeah nigga
Te vi llorar Y se me partio mi alma en mil pedasos No eres la misma mujer Que fuiste alguna ves Sufres por el Y sientes pesado el corazon Yo se que tal
Mourn Hotel room of doom I can't find a clue Confusion broken hearted woe Sheets and pillows soaked My telephone seems broken I'm calling crucified
"Quien La Vio Llorar" Contigo sufrio Conmigo vivio Y con tus mentiras Llenastes su vida De desilucion No le hables de amor Ya no sirve un perdon Tu tiempo
Para que me haces llorar Que no vez como te quiero Y para que me haces sufrir Que no vez que m
Woody Guthrie Sally, Sally, Sally, don't you grieve. (Well-a, well now) (Repeat twice) And I told her not to grieve after me. Well, its when I'm gone
Hope everything is alright Hope everything is alright What's that floatin' in the water? Oh, Neptune's only daughter I believe In Mr. Grieves Pray for
along the cracked in floors dripping on the floor hter sits a doctor murder samurai hit numbers calling gave up all old eye shy nose on the wall a cracking
It's gonna be alright, you gotta believe dat Dear God times are changing and the weather got hot Over the past year a lot of niggas went pop drop So
O Come & Mourn With Me Awhile (Our Lord Is Crucified) Words by Frederick W. Faber Music by Eric Ashley O Come and Mourn with me awhile O come near
Cuánto vacío hay en esta habitación tanta pasión colgada en la pared cuánta dulzura diluyéndose en el tiempo
By dean friedman I never told you but it's time you learned the truth about your mom. She was working for the soviets when they stole the atomic bomb
I can't know the hell you love But I know you've had enough Some baptize in water some in flames Oh, in flames, oh in flames Don't you give me a reason
Don't mourn now for your lost life and what did you do to deserve it? it was just a bitter gift Pull yourself together and with your last strength make
(Musica: Jordi Sanchez) (Letra: Miguel Arjona) Noches enteras sin poder dormir buscando razones para no perder todo lo que te di. Nunca en la vida pude
Como la lluvia,como la brisa sencillo como una sonrisa,como la tierra donde naciste,como la busqueda de amor Como la eternidad del beso,como el calor
Something got hold of me Oh, eys it did! I said Something got hold of me It ratttled around my head... I went to a meeting last night But, my heart wasn