Jah Children. Jah children. Yeah the meek shall inherit the earth. Jah children. Yeah. The meek shall inherit the earth. Why must the Rasta live this
Превод: Бад Браинс. Меек.
Jah children, jah children, yeah The meek shall inherit the earth. Jah children, jah children, yeah The meek shall inherit the earth. Why must Rasta
no fear," said Robert Moore "I do not want to hurt you" "Never a woman did I love me Half as much as you "You're the blessed sun, the meek girl And
Verse 10 Yo, buck a pencil I scribble stupid rhymes With my brain I'm mental This songs a little toast For my pain I'm roastin' my brain
talking to you. The one in all black, screaming from the back what you've been through. Spare us, we really don't care, cause you've had a bad life filled
little rat Why do you look so sad? Worried ?bout your balding head? Or did your master treat you bad? Wormtail, Wormtail, little sneak As a little mouse so meek
