Desaparecidos Try To Be The

So I Wait For The Day When I'll Hear The Key As It Turns In The Lock And The Guard Will Say To Me, "oh My Patient Prisoner You Waited For This Day And Finally, You Are Free! You Are Free! You Are Free!

You Could Be Happy, The Minute You Try. Why Won't You Try? Oh Won't You Try?

I Think That Hip-hop Is More Of An Individual Effort. That Means You're An Artist From The Streets, They Expect You To Rap About The Streets, Because That's What Happens There.

Men With Purple Hearts Carry Silver Guns And They Will Kill A Man For What His Father Has Done. But What My Father Did, I Don't Live It: No, I Am Not Him.

I Know A Girl Who Cries When She Practices Violin Because Each Note Sounds So Pure It Just Cuts Into Her, And Then The Melody Comes Pouring Out Her Eyes. Now, To Me, Everything Else Just Sounds Like A Lie.