Lyrics:
our heads into the noose
And it just sits there watchin'
America, where are you now
Don't you care about your sons and daughters
Don't you know we
daughter's growing up, what the fuck am I doin
If i just never make a dime from all these friendships in ruin
And every woman that i made play second string
paid, and can't a damn thing stop me
See, I'm tired of this poor shit
And who the cops? Well they can suck my motherfuckin' dick
Cause all them
the most angelic son
My baby daughter is golden
And I do what I like for fun
And I'm happy in my prime
Daddy I'm fine I'm fine Daddy I'm fine
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your
Gotta go harder
Gotta move smarter I got me a daughter, yeah
Son name Amari
That her lil brudda can't bench him he starting, yeah
Love em like crazy
it's a poor mans coke
I got busted by the law while i was havin' a toke
I takes loads of drugs, i does 'em all the time
My mother threw me out
and final calls
Your sons and daughters trying not to fall
Sending us off out there on our own hoping
One day that we'll find a way home that we'll
Find our
her son
Tell my baby mama loving her was fun
Tell my daughter she will always be my one and only love
And if I'm gone
Tell all my enemies that I was
She's a pillar by the day, a fire by the night
She's a famous architect, like Frank Lloyd Wright
When it comes to tightrope walkin', she's world
Blood in the water
Blood on our our hands
From my sons and daughters
All across the land
There's a dark lion he's lurking
He's got us on the run
There was a ship that sailed all on the lowland sea
And the name of the ship was the Golden Vanity
And we feared she would be taken by the Spanish
can score
(Working for the black gas)
Cowboy number one
A born-again poor man's son
(Poor man's son)
On the air America
I modeled shirts by Van
I'mma slap a nigga I'mma fuck a bitch I'm breaking in your house and I'm taking all your shit and I'mma put it in a song I'mma slap a nigga I'mma
extorted
Plus these fights and deaths on recording
While I pave the way for my son or daughter
Just know how the king rolling (Westsideeee!)
I just be
suffer people don't have food
People don't have water people don't have shelter
Father lose son poor mother lose daughter
All over the world
Mi feel it fi
to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?"
"Yeah my nigga", it's on, its on, its on, its on
I know they told their white daughters
the darkness
Come out of the night
We're sons and we're daughters
We're children of light
The struggles you carry
Oh bring them to Christ
His yoke is so easy
His
love
But believe in terrible people.
If we'd have a daughter and a son,
You would leave
cnd it would make
My heart full.
For chances of feeling great
[Bizzy Bone]
Give it to em, bring your gun
Give it to em, bring your gun
[Krayzie Bone]
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all
of a hurricane
Black sheep the rebel son,
That clashed with authority
Powerless at least I have tonight
The roads not long at least I have tonight
O'Byrne at Glenmalure
Picked up his sword
Showed Lord Gray the door
But An Gorta Mór
Nearly wiped us out
So we were poor
By the time we came out
A young girl you all know by name
Is wondering when it will be her day
She is a modern slave, yet she is not to blame
A loving family was torn apart so
and daughters
We all glow, and I'm proud to be all that I know
Q-B-O-R-O, nigga, who I die for
Survi-val, how we came a long way in solidarity
Don't let
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