Lyrics:
Hoping we'll be more like Jesus with His kindness
We are son's and daughter's so let's live righteous
Calm fair good care
Beautiful and honored
Heavenly
most, but not for me
I'll count minutes of sweet promenade as a victory
And it's time to sing in tomorrow
To dance with your daughters and sons
Oh,
gonna be
Breakin' that door down soon
So gather your horses
Your daughters and your sons
Ridin' to the desert
Let's run
Gather your horses
Your daughters
of your son, nigga
Stack it up and take care of that money
You know I ran it all up by myself
And now your bitch drinkin' cum nigga
My diamonds yellow
daughter or my son
Rappers trapped in the water it's time
To get out thеy Aquarium
Your fingers turning bluе as
They approach my heart
I ain't scared about
a tiny canoe
Black water
There were six of us but now we are five
We're all talking
To keep the conversation alive
There was a senator from Ecuador
check
I roll with the punches
Then ride out with peaches
I keep it alive, we steadily breathing
I'm dipping my toes by the pool
To keep my feet wet
Cuz I
tattoos on my body
Psycho bitches in my lobby
I got haters in the paper, photo shoots with paparazzi
Can't even take my daughter for a walk
See 'em by
Hey yo!
Yo sham!
Yo sham!!!
-yo,yo,yo!
Come here nigga, wassup man?
-whats the deal, son?
How you doin man?
-chillin man
What you fuckin with that
We still alive
Don't be alarmed
The journey has just begun
Be proud to say that we the ones
Who persevered
To overcome
The battles here are overrun
By
fam or my real ones astray
Who gonna look out for my daughter?
Who gonna look out for my son?
I wanna see if they're gonna be better than I've become
views from on the top
So I gotta take this farther I gotta grind harder
So I can buy the world and leave it all to my son and daughter
Bruh!
What other
into the lines blind to the rhymes I jot
But I don't get pissed
Y'all can't even see thru the mist
How the fuck could I be white?
I don't even exist
You
brother, my daughters, my son, my wife
That 7-1-6 in my mental
30 years worth so I gotta rep yo
I was a sports head hangin wit street thugs
I seen shit that
a world
That's so indifferent to all our pain, it's insane
Barely, getting by every day as we sell ourselves in the rain
There's a sale on human life now
your homestead
Like it’s under attack
Have you met the lady
Have you met the lady
So mothers grab your daughters
And fathers grab your sons
Cos no one’s
alive
Burn out your eyes!
Let Angels cry!
By the words of God they live
But we never can forgive
Those thieves of innocence
Who feed the darkness
Not
Hey yea yea
Youths under new genocide we still alive
Check me out
Ghost of the plantation I'm haunted by segregation
They said it was emancipation
sittin' low
Slidin' by in that big body, curtains all in my window
This fame hurt, but this chain worse
I think back you asked the same person
If this
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
All the idiot things that I've done
When my son gets to Heaven will he be shown the yelling?
And the robbing and fighting? And the thunder
I missed the first steps my daughter took
The time my son played Captain Hook in 'Peter Pan'
I was in New York, said 'Sorry son, Dad has to work'
I
daughter your son's alive
The fallen they rush him to take his life
And she dances
And dances and
The music plays and than my worries are gone
Yeah might
daughter's a businesswoman, I'm so proud of her
My son he's almost twelve and he's so knowledgeable
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