I rode in to Nazareth, was feeling about half past dead I just need someplace where I could lay my head I said, "Hey mister, can you tell me where a man
Vertaling: Grateful Dead. Het Gewicht.
I rode in to Nazareth, was feeling about half past dead I just need someplace where I could lay my head I said, "Hey mister, can you tell me where a
seemed to understand What it's like to be in society with a shackle on your hand. When they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight But he dressed
time There's always somebody talkin' 'bout you owe 'em I made not a dollar, you didn't sell nada Niggas ain't even grateful that we let y'all ride You
he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year thousand of
T-bone steaks in palatial estates, ornate with gates that automate so those you hate could only spectate, I was kissing my mate through iron grates
it like they cared; That our people are weighed, weighed down; Everybody at the stage, who can catch my gaze, Just to tell me that theya??re weighed, weighed
Gavin Clark : Dead state I can feel the weight Light streaming in through an open grate Two thread score tearing up the floor Out in the alley with
of cold and he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year
have to go and serve state time There's always somebody talkin 'bout you owe 'em I made not a dollar, you didn't sell nada Niggaz ain't even grateful
it's way up out of me I'm imbalance spiritually psychological cosmically What'chu looking at is real no tricks photography See I gotta alot sin weighing
: Gavin Clark : Dead state I can feel the weight Light streaming in through an open grate Two thread score tearing up the floor Out in the alley with
