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/my daughters mother would prefer me wit a cup in hand eating pork n beans out the can /in aold army coat like radamez /wit grey in my beard n regret in

Besides Max you're hated
Rolled in Santa's grave
You're all mucked up
You think your tax evasion
And lack of patience
Could match the green stacks I'm

Lucifer's Memory

Comets on Fire

Avatar

2006

dissolve and adhere, the grand retreat
Wither and lithe, simonize the bomb.

Goodbye to the century
Farewell to amnesty
Christen the sons and daughter

saved
By placing my faith in Jesus Christ
The one who arose from the grave
The first concert that I been to
Was the Storytellers
Brothers Incorporated

I gotta keep a pipe that will take a nigga's life
And all them races on my bike, police chases from the racist in the night
Now, I'm with my niggas

Daughters and our sons
Everybody knows
New day undone
Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Scream while you still can
Oh lovers hand in hand
Help us understand
Sing songs that

slowly
I'll see you soon though
Let me love you
I love you too
Til the last


I was young became a man
Daughter landed in my hand
Didn't matter if I was

another cocaine snort
Cuz I couldn't afford to have my life cut short
Thank god I'm here thank god some more
Thank god for my wife and my sons and daughters

thoughts that no man would speak
Why are the youth buried beneath 
When they could bury the sickness 
In an unmarked grave

They know your name 
A day will

since buried in the grave
Just know I'm doing better now and I just hope that you're the same, uh
It's always the same
Going all away
It's always the same

not
We finna put that lil' boy in the grave 
And if he make a sound then he gettin' his corpse shot
Shawty said, "Tana, you socially anti?" 
And I

just some fuck ups (AYE)
No one asked when that convo started
But we all just chargin' by like "yo shut the fuck up" (BITCH)
No one asked to be born in

Break Bread

RZA

Digital Bullet

2001

for Apple and J is for Jack
And most of why'all bitches ain't go no hair in the back
And ya tracks is wack

this place they dug a grave for us
Sold us all a dream and let it blow like it was angel dust
How can all lives matters if a black life doesn't
How we

for my daughters and my son
My wife, my sisters, my father and my mom
My friends and my bro's. Yeah my love is all yours 
I'm prepared to face

hit harder when I'm buried in my grave

Trapped in the internet with laptop rap
Tone on a phone
Versus make the base fat
I'm mad no music I like lasts

But in reality wanted to sell more like Fifty
So I hit the studio and formulate a plan and all
For MESS Music prayed the day that I'd finally ball
But

never cut me off
Wish the roots would grow back
What if I die by the end of this track
What if I cross and never come back
What if this my first and last

than a warm summer day
Got the Gains from these uppers, put the Downy's away
Hopped in the game like I'm not held by gravity
Shout the homie Dallas for

and the sea
But my heart lies waiting over the foam
I still call Australia home

All the sons and daughters
Spinning round the world
Away from their families

winnin
Seen them tears run down my face when I seen granny in that cemetery
Niggas hit my doggie all them times and made them legendary
I'm gettin' back,

on the halo
Touch that / erupt every angle

In honor of mothers and fathers 
We thank sons and the daughters now tending the flame
Grandmas and grandpas are

Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V, Ctrl+Alt+Delete ya
Jerome gets suspended before Brandon by the teacher
And the leeches in the bleachers trynna teach me how to ball
Wouldn't

decayed
All that stands before me is a people betrayed
All that stands before me is a sea of despair
All that stands before me is a legacy in ruin