Lyrics:
a boy, I couldn't wait to leave this place
But now I wanna see my children raised down home
Down home
Folks know if they're falling on hard times
They
the buildin'
All the bitches out there tonight
One of them might have my children
All the bad bitches in the VIP room
A nigga dressed up in the buildin'
on the
Streets, in your music, in my songs
I mean the real ones that are burning
I mean the real ones that are burning i say
Please, don't pass me by
Oh now,
came home (Ha)
They ain't wanna look out for my children
(Ha) now the fact I'm back, I been
Gettin' stacks, don't fuck with 'em
Tell 'em let's do it
your throat
Like a good old chicken
Bone.
Where are the bodies for dinner?
I want my food!
Stay out the kitchen children
The cook is cleaning his gun
He
down to my home town
Goin' down to the Greyhound station
Gonna buy me a one way fare
Good lord willin' and the creek don't rise
By tomorrow I'll be
City sidewalks, busy sidewalks
Dressed in holiday style
In the air there's the feeling of Christmas
People passing, children laughing
And for mile
& conquered it all
Ah
Wow, chhh
Oh my god
I'm home, let's play some music of my own
I'm home
I'm home let's play some music of my own
Some of y'all ain't seen
my nigga Zay we talking money talking bank accounts
How we bout to make a couple mill and choose the safest route
Sometimes I miss home miss my niggas
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
The woods near her home are dangerous, all manner of beast hide in the fray
If only someone had been watching out today
On every milk carton by the end
in the
Sand huh! Climb that fence
Damn
By the time I get to the end of my verse
Calisthenics of the tongue
Exercising the first
That's freedom
Street
Numbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touch
Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H20
Four coats'll make it glaze
Beams
And the stones in the road
Shone like diamonds in the dust
And then a voice called to us
To make our way back home
When I was ten my father held me
On his
Love
Have yourself a good, good time
But don't you know
It's getting late
Yeah, if this world
Is gonna be our home
We gotta make it strong
By
songs to write since we all leave alone
Been through the dark, I bring the light until we reach the throne
Seen my mom cry, seen time roll by, seen how
the Big Daddy brung ya
It's nothin but knowledge, I shall bring to you
And I'm not Mr. Rogers or Captain Kangaroo, but I know
"Children, children" Where we
Can't pass your house anymore I'm tired of feeling lost
Now theirs anxiety in my stomach know that it's your fault
Staying at home right by my bed hoping
I'm protecting my children cause love is in the motherfucking air
Fuck fentanyl, we rise above the pain
Defying the odds, break it free from the chain
Unleash the Armageddon
So all the children go to heaven
I sit by quiet still
With their pictures on my eyes
You'll draw the guns you're given
think I still can't care cause I can't
Don't think my mind won't change cause it won't
Don't think I don't love you cause I don't
Well all my tossing
yes
If mama don't know now, she can guess
My, my, yes
All day, all night, Marianne
Down by the sea side siftin' sand
Even little children love
believe what he was seeing.
She put her arms strongly about his neck:
"Oh my dear brother!" gently she said.
"I am here to bring you home, to bring you
that bars the way
All the heavens will echo those words that mothers say
וזכני וזכני
Take my children by the hand
Help them walk along Your way
May they
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