I suffer from this strange disease for there is no cure only treatment which I can not afford the cause of this disease remains unknown but it's effect
There is a place where she would always be Where the blossom snows between the cankered trees Holding his sour breath He knows she's there Watching the
that I can feel it There's someone to tell you Amid the challenge we look around in unison with you Getting over overhanging trees, let them rape the
believe that I can feel it There's someone to tell you, Amid the challenge we look around in unison with you Getting over overhanging trees Let
I can walk much faster than this Can't run but I can't run but I can walk much faster than this Can't run but A cooling system Burns out in the Ukraine Trees
then comes the menopause Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord We're going to always be a heap of fun Like the devil taking over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering Everybody's suffering
paint your palette blue and grey look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. shadows on the hills sketch the trees and
knew my papi" Back in the days of Bobby McFerrin Used to sing, "Don't worry, be happy" Lord how can I be happy When I don't even know my own family tree
Suffer not your neighbor's affliction Suffer not your neighbor's paralysis But extend your hand, extend your hand Lest you vanish in the city and be but
, paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and daffodils
Ever get the thought you were mistaken? Ever think about the stones you've left un-turned? More chances slip away with every passing day Suffering with
Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the
for the destruction of all hatred More often, just those with hate for us 'Cause it hurts when you discover one's worse and one's better To suffer or
is truer than fiction In this crazy land of milk and honey Life is just an illusion I just don't know what to believe in If the truth be known Suffering
thinking about And I've been breaking it down Without an answer I know I'm thinking out loud But if you're lost and around Why do we suffer? Why do we suffer
Up a lazy river by the old mill run Lazy, lazy river in the noon day sun Linger awhile in the shade of the tree Throw away your troubles, dream a dream
into my eyes and analyze what you deal wit If I can't find you, I take it out on who you be wit Type of bitch nigga I would never smoke a tree wit Comin
What's on y'all, niggaz minds Fuckin' wit' me, y'all know Somebody has told you about fuckin' wit' D Stuck in a tree is what you will be? Like a cat and
