Lyrics:
to tears in mid July
when I walked past all the stones outside
When I saw where they all were buried
and I wondered which plot was mine
I was in the kitchen,
to town.
So I buried him as the contract was in a narrow grave and deep,
And there he's waiting the Great Clean-up, when the Judgment sluice-heads sweep;
and the one who make Son shine uh
We sons and daughters of the Most High
We soul tied
If we gonna walk make sure ya yoked right uh
I'm so tired of seeing fake
away
Grace on display
Saved for You
We once were orphans
Now sons and daughters
Now we belong to You
Our sin was great
But Your grace was greater
All
in my nose, than quit bringin' my flows
Quit givin' me my ammo, can't you see why I'm so mean?
If y'all leave me alone, this wouldn't be my M.O.
I
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
Bombers got sisters brothers daddies and lonely mommas
Cryin, "oh my son, oh lord help my daughter
Calm the ragin seas, please fill the waters"
Readin
on the journey?
Into the woods to bring some bread
To Granny who is sick in bed
Never can tell what lies ahead
For all that I know she's already dead
But into
on the journey?
Into the woods to bring some bread
To Granny who is sick in bed
Never can tell what lies ahead
For all that I know she's already dead
But into
Of them
after all hear I am
still coming through
swangin down
ya candy painted lanes
me against the world is right
take it to the grave tonight
your
hey hey hey
Our lands are the one's where our people are buried
All around the world the waters are married
To the blood in the veins
The rivers
dead eyes
Hung upon the mantle, execute them all one by one
First I kill the father, then the mother. Ax the daughter, stab the son
Chunks of death,
ghost in the grave
All the hoes I done slayed
But you might callem bitches
Kuz they never got paid
Niggas ain't fucking with me
Kuz ain't on this stage
a ripe old age but all had gone to their long home
I felt a sense of loneliness of dread and of fear
To think of mom being buried in the darkness alone way
, they'll know you by the numbness in your knees"
If I could run the way your god conceals his gun
He'd know that for all your pride, well
We're all buried
Octavius, the prodigal son of hip hop (the prodigal son of hip hop)
Profound from Maftown (from Maftown)
The Toddler’s out the crib, y’all
(Go, kid)
and connect all of you!
I just wanna...
I just wanna...
I don't know a thing...
My words are flying in the soundwave
Created by my voice!
Echo is lost again!
I
No hope
Gave the future no hope
For my son’s and daughter’s
Deep in that zone
I was deep In that zone
Pushing that water
Shipping them boats
I was
Their living breathin gorders
Somebody's sons
Somebody's daughters
Bodies thrown in the garbage chutes
You're lying sweat behind those suits
American
in my nose, than quit bringin' my flows
Quit givin' me my ammo, can't you see why I'm so mean?
If y'all leave me alone, this wouldn't be my M.O.
I
hopelessness is over
We'll soon be back on land
Wait! it walks upon the water
It calls us son and daughter
And takes us by the hand
Out upon the sea He leads us
I turned over to see the same look in your eye
So we took each other's hand
And we swore on our grave
We said all that we'd said saved
Would work
But if you don't know, uh
Millions on the wall in all my rooms
Niggas couldn't fuck with my daughter's room
Niggas couldn't walk in my daughter's
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