Woorden:
Face To Face Questions Still Remain

so convinced it's not the truth Was it me or was it I know that I'm still the same Everything around me changes Questions still remain Questions still remain Questions still remain

'm so convinced its not the truth Was it me or was it I know that I'm still the same Everything around me changes Questions still remain Questions still remain Questions still remain

good night to the bad guy, go on Last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again To be or not to be My mother's wrong That's the question, you feel

Maladies, melodies Allergies to dust and grain Maladies, remedies Still these allergies remain My hands can't touch a guitar string My fingers just burn

a glass of scotch Baywatch bitches that ski, take turns when they hand us the twat Think not, we still run the trains, till the condom pop On the low, we still

with me till mini-mac Full body black fatigues, lungs black from weed In black limo tinted SUV's with Bill Still, world, famous The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the fact remain

each night moves along We face another dawn To reach for the courage of love As the faint hearted run for the shelter of home There's a question that

all came of age Buildings still the same but the faces Now seem so strange Though it?s been so many years Since I saw your face I still think about

to watch him die} (F) Dropping Names (Take PCP) He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost He thrusts his fists against the post and still