Lyrics:
make it
I, I gotta make it
I I gotta make it
Cuz my daughter need food
Son needs shoes
Failure not a option baby i aint bout to lose
I gotta make it
I
daughter
We're all someone's son
How long can we look at each other
Down the barrel of a gun'
You're the voice, try and understand it
Make a noise
The river boat sails by so proud
I should have gone there with you
But now they tell me you have drowned
Daughter of the Everglades
I can feel you near
The river boat sails by so proud
I should have gone there with you
But now they tell me you have drowned
Daughter of the Everglades
I can feel you near
to save them
There's nothing left to save
Hide your wives and daughters
Hide your sons as well
With the great nations of Europe you never can tell
putting that shit up they nose
They break down a line like they do all the time, they dead before they hit the floor
I'd rather teach my daughter how
and dragged with explosives
Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters
Barricaded blocks and borders
Look what you taught us
It's murder on my street, your
Dear Mr. President
The world has gone astray
Brothers are dying
They won't live to see today
Was it all worth it
You had to lie to get your way
throw the covers back and peek out of the draperies
My daughter, my baby, my baby mama all escaping me
In the wind, she was my friend
Like Princess Di
about it but the
God knows that all I need is one mic
I'll tell you all about it
The women and children imprisoned
By scars but all I need is one mic
I'm goin in
Goin hard is a part of my regiment
My flow will hit you hard as a sedative
All while I'm spreading the positive messages
And I'm thankin'
the Resource-Based Economy
The scientific method for social equality
No political borders, no one giving you orders
It's a world worth giving to our sons and daughters
I could be the one, so let em know baby
You can have my son nd my daughter and you know it baby
Ima put your world on my shoulders just to show you
of the father
Falls to the son
And to the daughter
Whose will, still
Will not be done
Oh, the wind will never remember
All the ruins, swept away
The sea will
yourself
All your whiskered friends their wings and life
Who knows what 'o' ever reason why
Daughter can you have sons for yourself
Daughter can you
daughter
Please call your daughter again
You must see, things are getting harder
Getting more of the pain
Do you not even at all
How bad must it be
but would you would you
Would you live for me
I do this shit for my mother
I do this shit for my brother
I do this shit for my son and my daughter
I do
popped outta them it's still a fact
So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine
You'll shortly find that this is best for everyone involved
All in
The plan's to leave life
Better than the way I found it
Keep my daughter by my side
Cause she keeps me grounded
Throwing paint against the wall
Put
the only one on stage
cs they watched as her soul leave her body
To the sight of her son's
Blood drip blood drop
You mudda buss de door
Complaining bout
gotta wait
Until the judgment comes
Are you ready?
Black rain, black rain
Black rain, black rain
War, killing sons and daughters
Another failed attack,
Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0
Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow
I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed my
Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0
Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow
I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed my
the big crib
Riding for the family, I would even give my rib
Daughters now getting big, sons now getting big
Daddy's always up to something, something's
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