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a shovel
By mid day the hole was big enough to put a body in
It's hard to dig a grave in the desert
He told me to stop around then
he followed me back inside

You lived peacefully
with your dear mom
Incoming tragedy
Foresaw by no one
Once you noticed changes
In your mom's behavior
Drug addiction altered
Her

Never Again shall we march like sheep to the slaughter, Never Again leave our sons and daughters. Stripped of our culture, robbed of our names, raped

Getting Married

Nas

Street's Disciple

2004

bunnies
The game, will put niggas in they grave
Right before they part ways, with the street
I want a son to greet, every mornin'
Daughters and more

Sickness

Bobby Digital

Digital Bullet

2001

White sands stretched out as far as the eye can see
Found buried by the sea
The heat of Allah son will crack through Antarctica
We ride blue whales, you

the third
Who went by the nickname of Buddy
Led a life that tells a helluva story
But today is the day that it ends

He Was the only son of Peggy and Louis

burns the delta
Where the Sins of Angels lie
Buried in the gash of a winsome bride
Oh the air is chilled with ghosts

Yea the wind is thrilled to boast

by the media, dead of the chivalry
Play the reverie for every breath that I take
I'm in a dream state, wishing that I wasn't awake
Saw my cuz at a wake

Young Godz

Shyheim

The Lost Generation

1996

Yo 
Older cats 
Yo 
Whassup Rae? What's going on Son? 
Yeah I ain't see y'all cats in a long time 
Y'all better be on that shit too 
Older cats

Unchained
They want me down in the grave
I swear I gotta get paid
See how would that white cop be feeling if white cops went shot up his son and his daughter

respect
Anger painted his eyes
Known on the ends for his vicious ways
Looks intimidating but he's all blessed
Worn out tattoos on his arms
Face covered in

kids and Miss Cita, lord
Just got off the phone with my son
Told him, "You're a son of a gun"
Just got off the phone with my daughter
Told her, "I won't

don't know why all these feelings got Me wishing I was in the grave
Don't be angry 
I'm only being real
hope we can see 
If I go with this plan in some

shit with your own wеapons
Even my close bros don't get what I bеcame
We all walk those old roads but
Our pace was not the same
I go insane in the fast

S-E-T
I told my son that "Whatever the sun touch is yours, little nigga"
I told my daughter "Don't give up your love to a poor little nigga"
I told my

Gonna Change My Way of Thinking

Bob Dylan

Slow Train Coming

1979

keep track of it no more.
Sons becoming husbands to their mothers,
And old men turning young daughters into whores.

Stripes on your shoulders,

ain't no way back from that
The pain in his voice echoes through the whole ward
Kelly's so saddened by the shock of it all

She can't speak, but the eyes

I be servin dimes
I got a shotty by the door if shit get outta line
And got some pussy coming in and out like all the time 
And ion think he gon

church come on and sing

If you've been washed by the water
Your old came up new
If you're a son or a daughter
Go on raise up a hallelujah
Got joy in

5,000 Americans, healed the pain|Brainwashed by Osama Bin Laden|Terrorized the world, shit will never be forgotten|Like Jack the ripper back in

these racks
While they playing all these tracks
Fu-fu-fuck a 9 to 5
I might just hit em with the tax
I'll put your ass in the cemetery
They won't care

your position, and back in the day, I was all by myself, I would rob niggas
Now my money up, I'm living large, nigga
Ain't no need to relive in

laid her head beside my own.
And tell my daughter Annie, whom I saw
So like her mother, that my latest breath
Was spent in blessing her and praying for

more

But I don’t care

It make me go harder

Feeling mixed emotions I was almost a father 

My only wish I get a son and a daughter 

Get all this money