Lyrics:
are caught off guard
If we rely upon the Lord
So turn to God with all your trust
'Cause only He can quicken us
We are the sons and daughters
dead from the frenzied assault
Until by the twilight and all that remained
Were the echoes of death and a fresh crimson stain
And so came the third
dead from the frenzied assault
Until by the twilight and all that remained
Were the echoes of death and a fresh crimson stain
And so came the third
wasn't you. Oh won't you see you are beauty
Beautiful afro kings and queens, sons and daughters of royalty... Do you know who you are, you come from
I've been grindin hard tryin to Keep my head above the water
Trying to make a decent living For all my son's and daughter
All these snake up in my
sit down and tell my mama
And that no way for me to get along
These low-down women, mama, they treated your, poor son wrong
Mama, treated me wrong
the poor little sister
She has a little baby daughter
Named Sonya, and Sonya has pneumonia
So why's her mother in a club unzipped though?
Yo, that's her
the grief's gone
Ill regard for the broken homes and mother's left to hold their
Sons and daughters, husbands, fathers, ripped away by the will of monsters
But
except when we happen to meet
Daughter, baby daughter
Poisoned all the neighbors chickens
Daughter hadn't oughter
Least until she could run like
The Shooters know to spray
Unc died, But he told me they can't stop whats Great
Bra gone, who gone keep his Son and daughters caked
I'm just Tryna stack it up, I
the same fiends
Same state of mind, wasting time, chasing the same dream
Hopefully one day God will bless me with a daughter
Or a son, more than one, trynna’
hot water
(When they fall by the way)
Sons and daughters
(They don't do)
What they oughta
Sons and daughters
(Don't fall in)
In hot water
hot water
(When they fall by the way)
Sons and daughters
(They don't do)
What they oughta
Sons and daughters
(Don't fall in)
In hot water
And your lover might live
Life to give, life to take
Never making mistakes
All wise enjoying everything right and exact
Poor facts, pro-black
Donnelly Homes
Well, I was borned a coal miner's daughter
In a cabin, on a hill in Butcher Holler
We were poor, but we had love
That's the one thing that daddy
him, minimum wage
The poor man endured this, torture for his four sons
His daughter and his wife, 'cause he sought a better life
His boss laid him off
hand writes for our dear son, O stricken mother's soul!
All swims before her eyes, flashes with black, she catches the main words only
Sentences broken,
except when we happen to meet
Daughter, baby daughter
Poisoned all the neighbors chickens
Daughter hadn't oughter
Least until she could run like
told you all
about, remember? By the way, it was Nassau Bahamas and not Jersey where the Traveller's rest was, see!
So, there we were, standing
killed by the rook, straight-forward
Some'll grab they soul when they feel like the Lord's callin
Some see it before it come
My nigga, one is all and all
This is a story, that many, fail to understand
Young Elisha, had a daughter, named Ebony
Ebony had to go through it all, on her own
This is a story
and Queens Nations
We live by Faith and not by sight
We clap and sing for Jesus reigns
We are champions for the kingdom
We're sons and daughters of Zion
We're
Like LoLo say, "we're all a little boy or girl inside"
Naked and afraid
Hungry with no bread
A little kid hid by the layers of life we've accumulated
Well, I was borned a coal miner's daughter
In a cabin, on a hill in Butcher Holler
We were poor, but we had love
That's the one thing that daddy
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