Lyrics:
Last night as I lay dreaming
Of pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on rambling
To Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision
with sparks
Dead bodies drain all their blood
Guts and tears mix with the mud
This poor soul went out for fun
Time to kill them one by one
Night that's
saw
I jammed the barrel under her chin
And her face looked raw and vicious
Her head it landed in the sink
With all the dirty dishes
Her little daughter
daughter
They have split up into pairs the
Four that went off dating double
Getting that poor girl into trouble
Saturday night in Hickman County
All
paying loans
I been working my fingers down to the bare bones
But I work so hard just to be so poor
And the IRS always wants more
Heaven help you son if
There was a ship that sailed it all on the Lowland Sea,
And the name of our ship was the Golden Vanity
And we feared she would be taken by
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
the answers, yet can't look by the past
Look inside and then you'll see, truth can be found in your identity
Know the heart of your father
Know you're all sons
with your hand, don't hurt with your voice
Make this pledge to the sons and daughters
To the sisters and brothers and the mothers and fathers
I will not
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
made of gold
As if your life depends upon it
Swim
For the sake of all your sons and daughters
Because they are the ones you love
In the clutch
a blunt now my lungs feeling wheezy
Faith in God think that this weight might go beat me
I just had a daughter so God you can't leave me
My son looking up
You better count money
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)
Tha name is Krayzie
Big Bad Ass Bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole
Along
we all love him
Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
He was sobbin', he was
and the daughters
One day they'll find it; they'll be reminded
When we live undersea like we ought to
Didn't know flying from falling
Clueless the poor thing
myself
I grew up poor no food no i never had the wealth
I grew up without a father and that was lowkey a blessing
Cause by him not being there it taught me
The scent of lust and fame
Perfume and cheap cocaine
Bombarded by marauders and their sons
But mostly daughters with no shame
You're so quick to lose
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
Kilkelly Ireland, eighteen and sixty, my dear and lovin' son John
Your good friend the Schoolmaster, Pat McNamara's, so good as to write these words
son.
Yes, I'm on the go, son.
I ain't coming home, son.
Raised a little smarter
No daughter, no son
Cuz im still real young, and my Girlfriend is
A girl wants a man with a gangsta plan (62 bottles, bring 'em over here man)
Well all my nigga's just with that honey
Pretty girls, pretty girls (Stop
Long ago there was a King called Uttanapada
He had two wives.
Suniti and Suruchi
Suniti had a son called Dhruva.
While Suruchi's son was called
cry wolf, say fire
Pray higher
Old guy'll stay by ya
The outcome cost more than what you paid prior
Turbulence from circumstance
Quite perceptive
whattup?
Ayo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause
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