Lyrics:
the same day
But fuck it, if you know the rules to the game, play
'Cause when we die we know we all goin' the same way
'Cause it's cool to be player, but
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
Your Spirit on Your sons and Your daughters
We want to move in Your great power
Pour out Your Spirit on Your sons and Your daughters
Bring revival,
My art sharp, shoot your posse apart
Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done by done
Whoever come murder fest, one of the best
to say we did it for the better, oh
I saw you there so unaware
Those hummingbirds all in your hair
Elementary, son, but it's soul
The disrepair
I love my country
By which I mean
I am indebted joyfully
To all the people throughout its history
Who have fought the government to make right
Spirit on all flesh
(We won't move until we feel Your touch)
Pour out Your Spirit on all flesh
(The young and old, Your sons and daughters)
Pour out Your
contradiction and the first eviction by sendin the couple east
Now the first couple became the first parents of the first son
Who became the first murderer
at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
But respect ain't just something that?s understood in our time
Especially by our kind man I hate it
at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
But respect ain't just something that?s understood in our time
Especially by our kind man I hate it
at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
But respect ain't just something that?s understood in our time
Especially by our kind man I hate it
That's where you let me know,
And I wondered,
Where did all the hate come from, for your sons and daughters, sons and daughters? We share existence more,
It's so nice to see
All the folks you love together
Sittin' and talkin' 'bout
All the things that's been goin' down
It's been a long, long time
It's so nice to see
All the folks you love together
Sittin' and talkin' 'bout
All the things that's been goin' down
It's been a long, long time
all it stick like glue, we got you
Yo, it's all good
I'ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow, son, word
Stay on point, don't even use the phone
It's my first Father's Day without you, my first as a father
My son won't know his grandpa, you won't see him as a toddler
I just wanna give him
Now I'm the biggest hypocrite
That you'll prolly ever meet
When I'm done rapping you'll know exactly what I mean
It was all a dream, come true
Pink
Illinois
His daughter was his jewel; his son was just his boy
For thirty years he worked the mills and stoked the coke-fed fires
And looked toward the day
The pain just to tell y'all this shit
For the hood!
(I, I, I, don't want you to see me cry)
I'm on the grind like all the time
I got money but murder don't
ever do
You're way too blinded by the perfect family you have made
The brand new cars and brand new bags thinking that its okay
Forgetting all about your
don't mistake it
So it makes sense
Had a daughter
No mistakes when
She was Summa cum in a place built by slaves
How you survive in a place built
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
My Mama told me head above the water.
You go and test your luck in death before dishonor.
I got to stay alive for my son and daughter.
The Devil is
how the fuck I'm 'posed to say this?
You see, my nigga just lost his son while I'm here huggin' on my daughter
I grip her harder
Kiss her on the head
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