Lyrics:
daughters
When they knowing my dance gets hands all on they daughters, oh
Cugino tu capisco how to mambo
It's that dirty dance way Polo makes the song go
deserve better from me this is all I can give
I'm ready for my karma for the wrong that I did
Can't leave any debt to be repaid by my kids
I'll Die for my
again
— I’m hear to put a stop to all debatin and
— I’m hear to make a mark in this lifetime
— When I Close my Eyes
Ya Gon know I was Alive
— I’m Here
Senseless slaughters, kicked open the door
Now everybody gotta die
Wives, sons and daughters?
With orders, we are clear from the start
First, turn off
I look around myself and I see
A dying nation
Immersed in desperation
Generations haunted
By the ghosts of past
Sons and daughters
daughters, sons
And their father want to stay grounded
But then a shadow of doubt
Fell over our garden bed
We were rebel dirt
Could it ever work
To make more
of the dearly departed
Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara
His two year old daughter T'want to
And the baby's mamma Sandra
[He's a murderer! That animal
The shells in the shotty chamber take away your problems, son
Imagine, politicians weren't so corrupted
Imagine you understood all the people you fucked with
I'll transcribe
'Bout all the times
All the times He took me from the pit I was supposed to die
I look into my son and I look into my daughter's eyes
I'm
son's.'
When you opened up the door, what is it you thought you'd find?
(Nobody flinch)
Later I came by and backed into the driveway. Got out to find him
gone, I would like a son
But with all my karma I’ll end up with all daughters
Plus Young black men in this country become targets
Right now in my city
And it came to pass, the son of Man died because of scum
Died for our sins on the cross, nails inside right by his thumbs
Then rose after three, Psalm
though
She a dancer but a grade A student though
Pump went to Harvard, well fuck it, I'm goin' to Yale (Wop)
Free Meek Mill, free all my niggas in jail
the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a pussy
I know, I know, Weezy Wee, this dedicated to my father
Rabbit nigga, y'all excuse the expressions
What it be like up there baby boy,
Aye this
I know, I know, Weezy Wee, this dedicated to my father
Rabbit nigga, y'all excuse the expressions
What it be like up there baby boy,
Aye this
Good Morning
My rent ain't paid but I'm alive y'all that's okay
I had my Ipod on shuffle, I heard one of my lines
I said I'm like Gotti, Ghandi
The blood of fathers, mothers, sons,
Enlivens us like rivers running freely
A daughter's hand the anchor
For a ship that sometimes disappears completely
a crook son
He just a shook one (shook one)
For every rhyme I write it's 25 to life
To all my peoples in the Bridge
Know what I'm talking 'bout, right
sons and your daughters
The blind will lead the blind to the slaughter
All shall soon witness the long awaited end of times
As they force our nations
Blood in the streets blood in the water
Blood coming out of the chest of your son's and daughter's
We living in a time of genocide and violence
Applied by
Do you wanna gay son or a thot daughter
If i get either nigga I am not the father
Slid into your bitch DM like some water
Claiming hell of sets but
daughter......son
Your Honor, answer this question and be honest
If you lock me up for the summer will you support my momma?
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Ay ay, move
woulda saw envy
And maybe you'd still be alive, you hear me son?
I mean ya daughter was barely one
Too young to understand she'll never see you again
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