Cancer - Rick Wakeman

Ya, ajá Papi Wilo JTraxx, escucha Papito yo te comprendo, pero tú eres el que no comprende Date cuenta que con cada golpe es que uno aprende Dice que de la enfermedad depende Y por eso a su vida ya le puso un se vende Pero dime chapo ¿Dónde está el que daba lapo? El chamaco gillao, el que roncaba de guapo Al que le gustaba competir ¿Y ahora por una enfermedad tú te me va' a dejar morir? No es que te compare, pero hablándote raitrú Más sufrió Jesucristo cuando el cargó la cruz Tú sabes que te quiero, pero deja el desespero ¿Y tú estás llorando porque se te está cayendo el pelo? Chico ¿Qué te pasa? Levántate notario que estamos orando por ti aquí en el barrio Todas las noches rezando el rosario Yo no sé ustedes, pero yo sí creo en los milagros Dicen que las heridas se las lleva el viento Se curan con el tiempo Solo ten presente A Papá Dios en tu pensamiento Dicen que las heridas se las lleva el viento Se curan con el tiempo Solo ten presente A Papá Dios en tu pensamiento Mira, ayer fui a visitarte y a echarte muchas ganas Tranquilo que en este juego usted es el que gana Yo sé que no es fácil estar en cama Pero cierra los ojos y piensa hermano, Cristo te ama Pero la idea bien mal que tú la notaste Porque me hablaste malo y hasta te agitaste No sé porqué esa decisión tomaste Pero me faltaste el respeto cuando me gritaste Y me dijiste mirándome a la face Opina' de lejitos, claro, así es un mamei Pero ponte en mi lugar y dime ¿Qué te parece hospitalizao en cama por 8 meses? ¿Tú crees que es fácil estar en esta área? La' nena' me visitan y yo no tengo ni labia Esta pendeja'a a mi me da rabia Que se me esté cayendo el pelo por la fucking quimioterapia Escucha, chico cambia la actitud No, cállate la boca, cabrón, y escúchame tú Que tú estas dando vueltas con Tofel en el Lancer Mientras yo estoy jodido aquí muriéndome de cáncer Ah ¿Viste? ¿Entiende lo que estoy diciendo? Tú gozas de la vida mientras yo me estoy muriendo Solo ten fe, chico, y déjate llevar Y si tú crees en Cristo, Cristo te sanará Dicen que las heridas se las lleva el viento Se curan con el tiempo Solo ten presente A Papá Dios en tu pensamiento Dicen que las heridas se las lleva el viento Se curan con el tiempo Solo ten presente A Papá Dios en tu pensamiento Yah Papi Wilo JTraxx Duran the Coach Chosen Few Ajá

Tell me all your plans And I laugh back in your face Preach me your religion If you're dumb enough to pray I tried to make a change To get a better way To make a little more money I tried to get away To see if I could stay And look what I became honey What is it I'm after Searching for disaster Watching my own life Flash in front of my eyes We've been given answers Still were walking cancers Dressed up as a life Getting all your news From a corporate company Trading your opinion For a gallon of gasoline, GO! I tried to get away To see if I could stay And look what I became honey What is it I'm after Searching for disaster Watching my own life Flash in front of my eyes We've been given answers Still were walking cancers Dressed up as a life Dressed up as a life Dressed up as a life This life Is a waste of time This life Is a fuckin' lie Fuck! What is it I'm after Searching for disaster Watching my own life Flash in front of my eyes We've been given answers Still were walking cancers Dressed up as a life Dressed up as a life Dressed up as a life Fuck Dressed up as.

Run - heart in my mouth Run so hard that it beats And repeats in my head like a gun East - west, north and south No direction to go But I know that the ending's begun I know I made a mistake coming here again But I had to remind myself of where and When We threw off our chains Hid ourselves in ourselves from the world And its organised hell Now - nothing remains Barely a trace of the place where I knew Him well Down Down he said get on the floor And stay well away from the door Or someone will see us for sure And I Loved him like no-one before Princess madonna and whore Kept comig back for more Run - goodness know where I'm a poor refugee And I might as well be on the moon Still why should I care? I had it all in one grand afternoon Down Down he said get on the floor And stay well away from the door Or someone will see us for sure And I Loved him like no-one before Princess madonna and whore Kept comig back for more I Feeling the death and decay Didn't expect him to stay Stay with me Julia stay But I Only remember that day As ruler of all I survey And nothing can take that away

WHOSO PULLETH OUT THIS SWORD FROM THIS STONE AND ANVIL, IS THE TRUE- BORN KING OF ALL BRITAIN ARTHUR Upon a New Year's day A host of knights did pray That from the anvil one could draw the sword. As each knight took his turn They found the anvil, held it firm; None worthy of a future King and Lord. Sir Kay the bravest knight Appeared to try his might He dreamed of being King, as all the rest To Arthur Sir Kay called to search And bring for him a sword In earnest Arthur set about his quest. A churchyard in the wood The sword and anvil stood And Arthur drew the sword out of the stone The anvil now defeated His quest for the sword completed A sword that was to place him on the throne A sword that was to place him on the throne. Sir Hector and Sir Kay saw the sword And knelt to pray Then gently took it from young Arthur's hand They marvelled at his quest Proclaiming to the rest Arthur is the King of all this land Arthur the King of all this land.