meant to do I should go to the young girl's aid Act like a man be a hero strong and brave I pictured myself front page news Headline story hero for an hour
번역: 토니 뱅크스. 시간 히어로.
life Im living my life life Got a bitch wit an ass so nice Night time talking off your tight Have have a ''G'' night night Getting head on a flight flight 20 hours
lost faith They turn to her to keep the faith She told me take an occupation or you lose your mind And on a nine to five lemon, looking for the lime
a loud one and I spray like a mac fast repeatin an black automatic an that ill make your body movement erratic and that I'm more ill than an asthmatic
' to schemin' to get it Right demeans almighty dolla The green power, let loose for the hour I chose the Black Power, extra fly joint for mocha to yellow
{2x} Yo, it's the view from masada The saga, priest the author The godfather, the scholar I write drama, decomposer, best noah They watch us, build for hours
tellin' if I win or not, These gloves are getting heavy, it's fight or flight you know how that goes, Facin' clocks is chasin', got me dodgin' obstacles, And every hour
of the heroes, I's made to memorize With guns in their hands and God on their side Oh, the First World War, boys, it closed out its fate The reason for
and stripes And the men, they fought the wars Children learned arithmetic And everyone was poor Young man was the hero of the day Long long hours and
at a quarter past eleven Same old man sitting there, on his own. Looking at the world, over the rim of his tea-cup. Each tea lasts an hour, then he wanders
heroes in our own hometown Nothing less than heroes in that old hometown We still loved a hero in our own hometown Baby you could be a hero in your own
comes every day It only lasts an hour Unhappy the land that has no heroes No, unhappy the land that needs heroes And the reason for fear was moving
and beg you But your so far away You've only been gone for an hour But it seems like a million days A million days, a million days It's only been a hour
At a quarter past eleven, Same old man is sitting there on his own Looking at the world Over the rim of his tea-cup, Each tea lasts an hour Then
away in you and me Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see? She is yearning for shelter and affection That she never found at home She is searching for a hero
fight for freedom against any system that's built to consume our power and maintained to divide our energy. A system where an honest person can sweat for hours
I. Bill For a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose
