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got a son and two daughters that's been affected by all this
But when it rain down the hardest I'm yaw umbrella regardless
They well protected I promise

of the flesh
ha

Tear you piece by piece
I see you as a morsel of meat
A mere treat
Fight back
Fight back
Only path you lead
Is to the road of defeat
Only thing

okay when I felt it slip away
Yeah it’s been a minute since
I’ve seen the sun
Since my parents saw their son
And this process has begun
Cooking lyrics in

More than you ever been
So don't ever
Ever think that you
Are not enough
You get another chance
His story was similar to The Prodigal Son
But he was

I don’t see you more
I’m sorry that the four minutes where you see your son could feel like a chore
Sis’, I’m sorry I’m your kin
Sorry we ain’t close

I don’t see you more
I’m sorry that the four minutes where you see your son could feel like a chore
Sis’, I’m sorry I’m your kin
Sorry we ain’t close

ball, visuals in effect
Shorty has got it all, it's the hustle you respect
Can't get away if I'm trapped in a cycle that is
Driving me crazy like

Believe that you'll get paid and go to your dead end job
And slave away all through the day trying to please your boss
I've been in that cycle too and man

a team
And I gotta ,lotta  choppas ,and ain't talking bout no motor cycles
Or no ships when I'm saying rockets
Down to pop it for any profit
Stay dodging

Now I'm not saying all men are liars
But Lucifer has a few sons
Running wild like a clan of hyenas
Couple of bad dogs barking up the wrong tree

when met by selfish opportunists, feelin' boxed in while I'm free
Complications surpassin' rubix, cause my true colors all over the place
I'm being

Hey
It feels like I've been fighting so many curses
For some reason, God won't let me know the purpose
Was it something I've done
My son, I promise

a son
I'm high, I think this is the one sincerely signed by the one
Exotic knocking hard this shit kicking
We not popping ours but we winning
This not

locked down stressing.
Sons wild as fuck and they momma aint helping.
Cycle so vicious, mane this shit forever folk.
Some coming out just to come back

ppl that's caught in the cycle
Black and we jumped into disciple
We at war with rivals
Real role models is slim
In the inner city
Fatherless sons

by my lonely and that's a fact 
I'm a nigga keep two choppas in the AR shit, that's a fact
Every nigga run up on them bullies, shh No havin' none

that shit it getchu jaded

Jaylah Claim
She done wit me
Ain't no fun wit me
She son my seed
Trynna run from me
Talkin crazy, cycle
How she run ha feet

Back in time, another world
Existed all kinds of evil
And only one, prodigal son
Set to vanquish all and earn redemption
Gray cattleman, darker past

destined height
But after that it dies

The sapling matures
Flowers blooming, fruits forming
Seeds fall
New plants slowly growing by its side
They're cared

Cause I know God got better plans

This big pressure
Know that we got Jesus by our side bro you can't test us
I can vouch for Jesus
Son of God man He

issues
Now a recovering addict congratulations to Michael but now his son picked up the habit he thought that he broken the cycle but no
Hoping he'd get

Seats
Unless you Steven Jackson or meta peace
My pockets blessed touched by a angel I'm on my della rease
Hella cheeks inside of a five level suite
Pick

rock and roll
Sex, love, drugs, rock and roll

Glory be the evils
He puts it on divine
Interventions by God, only make him ask why?
The bottom

do you hide
The terror in you is I
However much you smile
May it always be a lie

Suggested by the heavens
And the darkest depths of hell
I welcome you