Letra de ' Maria (feat. Andrea Bocelli & Wyclef Jean) ' de Lil Wayne

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I hold onto my rosary
We come and go like we leaves
As it was written, shall it be done?
I was born in the slums
Light a candle, it's my birthday
No velvet, just a dirt cake
Cemetery was my play pen
Come meet my imaginary friends
My daddy, he Haitian like fathers
So every time I write, I'm painting a picture
Some family took a to Brooklyn
But they never made it, I cried me a ocean
I went from boys to men overnight
So hard to say goodbye on a flight
Two twins look like God's pillars
First time seen the skyscraper
Tall woman with a big torch, welcome to Liberty New York
God city with the devil's alley
Keep the crucifixion 'cause the demon on me
Headed to projects, where we made it
We don't gotta walk to the well, got a faucet, a toilet, a bed, and a sheet
Crowd around a oven just for the heat
Life could be bittersweet
I'm with the symphony
Best friend standing next to me
With the angels
Like he Michael
Never knew he was mental to but wanted de Niro, yeah

Things change, stay the same
Stand still as the Earth spins
Cold world, codeine
Prom queen, prom fiend
She leans, party girl
Wake up in the underworld
In the City of Angels
Demons, lovers
Killers, sinners, tell me who you are

Uh, I been hold onto my rosary, I'm keeping it close to me
Working my sorcery
I need love like Courtney, most importantly
Santa Maria got blood on my rosary
But that's how it's supposed to be
Culture
I walk out of the delivery room with blood all over me
I love you like Mother Theresa
And every time I pray, I never forget her
My daddy a heathen, he beat on my momma
So every time I see her face, I kiss it
They love you
Cannot come between me and money, but commas
I don't need the drama, you don't need violence
Highway to heaven, I'm calling the driver
I went from boys to man overnight
Now ask all these boys who the prototype
I light up some wedding cake, smoke a slice
Got all this money, can't wed no wife
Light a candle, it's my birthday
No party, it's a workday
Gotta work harder, that's a cliche
And there's no tomorrow, said that yesterday
And can be bittersweet
No company for the misery
I just light me a take me straight to Sicily
Feeling free like a bird
No words, Kenny G
Never knew I was mental till I shot myself on acidentally

But things change, stay the same
Stand still as the Earth spins
Cold world, ice cream
Prom queen, prom fiend
She leans, party girl
Wake up in the underworld
In the City of Angels
Demons, lovers
Beginners, finessers
Tell me who you are