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Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP 2

2013

name's Todd, a big fan"
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him, "Todd, you're the shit" when's all of this crap

Take My City

Crooked I

Third Power

2011

the L-B-C.
M-A-P we back on the map.
M-A-P mean Money And Power.
Uh-huh we back on the map.
Can’t be poor son, no Nordstrom, but its racks on racks.
SAT

up next
If they decide to arrest me
I may not come back home
If they decide to come get me
Kiss my daughter and my son and tell them I was the best me

through this slumber
Our son's in need of fathers our daughters need their mothers
For me to be your brother my stories are told
Just to remind you

in my funeral
Bury me in my jewels so niggas know my life was beautiful (ha)
Illest to write it, all challengers are invited (uh-huh)
They all was

City of New Orleans

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 4

1995

score
Hey now pass that paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels a rumblin' neath the floor

And the sons of poor men porters and the sons

The newly wed couples
were blessed by one and all.
Dasaratha returned to Ayodhya
with his sons and daughters-in-law.
King Dasaratha was growing older.
So, he

by the father so we could be sons and daughters
Our lives were changed, the savior reigns

No longer bound by sin and shame
Our lives are free

They were all sitting there crying and by that time
Grandma had got out of the car

She made her way across that dirt road and
She walked up to it

Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom
Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run
Hot dogs, wet clogs clicking up the sidewalk

Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 90, my dear and loving son John
I suppose that I must be close on eighty
It's thirty years since you have gone
Because of all

And value the compassion of Christ)

सरे आम मै करूं
सबके सामने करूं
बस ज़िद मेरी यही
सबके साथ मै चलूं
मैं

(I do this in plain view
I do this before all

love
It found them a family and home
The sons all found wives, the girl sailed away
And left her sweet parents alone

Decades go by on the shores

shot
By another black hand
It's war man
Sibling warfare
In god's land
Like hot damn
Where do I go
Where could I grow
Will it all end
Our sons won't even

dem can't keep
Mama still a bawl 
Pappa him nuh stop weep
Daughter deh a prison and the son a big thief
Everything in a di store dem have on taxes
No

Hoo
They're muggin us, slugging  us
Spyin' on and druggin' us
It's in the food it's in the water
It's in our sons and in our daughters
It's in our

the chiefs making history, seeing our son 3rd birthday would of been something for you to see, you passed away on my daughters birthday, that shit fucked me up

pain
Not to confuse, our sentiments are all the same
I just don't feel nothing I'm numb by the will to gain
Same thing brought tears to innocence
I

His Dream

Asher Roth

Asleep in the Bread Aisle [Clean]

2009

that's all he's wanted in life
With two daughters, a son and a remarkable wife
He's in a bind, he's has to provide
A family is relyin' on a Milli

my phone and see the last picture I ever took
Was of our sleeping daughter early this morning
Getting ready to go, and I was struck by her face

and said tell me son, 
“What are your intentions, this daughter’s my only one” 
And I said “hey, now...” 

We’re still building 
I’ll build you up
Brick by

Your sons and daughters, made in Your image
O by Your Spirit, Your light shines brighter
Into my heart, as I lift up my eyes

These eyes You gave me
Were

used to love ya like no other, hoped that you would be the mother of my daughter, my son, yeah
I would pull up on ya any hour whenever you needed my

side rejoicing with the sheep
Some want to wait until them old and gray
But the King come soon
As soon as today
Me seh rise up all meh son and daughters