Lyrics:
your house and eat from the table
Where daughters and sons recline
O, to walk in the ways of wondrous grace
With burden and yoke that is light
I will
stretch out your hand
Shut his mouth and put death to death
The LORD is a man of war
The LORD is His name
He fights for His sons and His daughters
With
never had me a son I got two daughters I gotta see it thru
I done dropped all this music I'm still independent I gotta see it thru
Whole lotta change in
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
to slaughter your son and your daughter
You can blame the government
Let me tell you how it all started
The middle class was evaporated then the filthy rich
of good intentions and full of shit
Just our Father's struggling sons and daughters
Dipping dirty fingers in the holy water
I know a bunch of daddies who
the missing sons and daughters of the SoHo riots
Out among the missing sons and daughters of the SoHo riots
I'm here to take you now
How can anybody know
from the start
Your love for me is a field of flowers
Water me with your living waters
Your spirit lives in your sons and daughters
Fill me up with your
daughters shall be saved
Sons and daughters shall be saved
Shall be saved, shall be saved
Sons and daughters shall be saved
In this place
Sons and daughters
sent your fairy ass to military class
Now your moms gettin sceamed on by your dad
Like we shoulda had a daughter instead of a fag
This the last time
and fortune come with a heavy price
Son, don't miss your life."
Funny you should say that, I was sitting at the gate
My daughter called, she made straight
We don't need to fear
What we don't know
You are calling us by name
Oh we are your sons
We are your daughters
Jesus kings of kings
You have made a way
of euthenic theories have been retitled
To be digested by the masses, I smash kids with verbals
Gortex through your chest causing incidental murders
Of weak
Just keeps reminding us of the struggles
They start pulling up pictures
Of us getting hit
By dogs and firehoses and all that
You know like, my daughter
(Game is over)
Bringing the heat and fuck about a solar (Fuck about a solar)
FRAT is the gang the gang that fuck your daughter (Fuck your daughter
know You but so the world will know You are God
Let fire come the world is awaiting our manifestation
Sons and daughters of God and this is our heart cry
dimension you have giving us
Abundant grace
For sons and daughters of the living God
This is my place
Where material doesn't matter anymore
Where we live by
Take me down to the deeper waters
Gather 'round all your sons and daughters
Put that life into our dry bones
World's got a way of catching your
and on
That could mean a number of things
And that could lead us down a couple roads
We got the sink that drowns
We got the beef by pounds
Join my daughter's
to have perished by your crime.
O how much evil the wicked Zephyrus has brought
upon my kingdom, unless you spare us!
MELIA:
O divine Power, don't think
for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter
the fuck is mine
My nigga I'll take it
Grab a player hater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it
Gimme your money, drop them keys
It's a jack
the picture
Now your son is bigger, 13, but just like you
Moms said I would grow up and be just like you
From what you did to my sister she disliked you
made of gold
As if your life depends upon it
Swim
For the sake of all your sons and daughters
Because they are the ones you love
In the clutch
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