. To try when your arms are too weary. The reach the unreachable star. . This is my quest, to follow that star. No matter how hopeless,. No matter how far. To fight for the right. Whithout
. To try when your arms are too weary. The reach the unreachable star. . This is my quest, to follow that star. No matter how hopeless,. No matter how far. To fight for the right. Whithout
afar. To try when your arms are too weary. To reach the unreachable star. . This is my quest, to follow that star, . No matter how hopeless, no matter how far. To be willing to give when there's no
my never ending quest to get the paper on the caper. But now, let me take it to the Queens side. I'm taking it to Brooklyn side. All the residential Questers to invade the way. Hold up a second son
are(1). To try when your arms are too weary. To reach the unreachable star. . This is my quest, to follow that star. No matter how hopeless, no matter how far. (2)To be willing to give when
that I am part of this quest in time. Into the dirt that is my last breath. I'm dying. I know that I am part of this quest in time. Into the dirt that is my last breath. And I'm dead. . You are my
Linden Boulevard represent, represent. Tribe Called Quest represent, represent. When the mic is in my hand, I'm never hesitant. My favourite jam back in the day was Eric B. for President. Rude
