paroles de chanson Paradigm - Reach Justice

To be or not to be affiliated with my pride
Get rich or die tryin' there is no third side
Blood stains the coliseum door
No church in the wild like a rose
The mindset of my peps
Believes in the radical means
Of what we sow we reap
But that don't mean that we do not ride
The epistemology of loss got me suicidal boy
Now ride or die

Turn the tables of classic lights
Feel the pressure of unmade rights
Clean the measure of homemade lies
But still the price of unpaid dimes
Hold the door for the brand new life
We see the depth of 'concept' right?
I find a love in this classic light
I find a love in this classic light

I feel like sunshine
Wake me up like Sunday morning
Sunday
I feel like sunshine
Wake me up like Sunday morning
Sunday

I feel like sunshine
Wake me up like Sunday morning
Sunday
I feel like sunshine
Wake me up like Sunday morning
Sunday
I feel like sunshine
Wake me up like Sunday morning
Sunday
I feel like sunshine
Wake me up like Sunday morning
Sunday