Lyrics:
glorify guns
& Gain respect by jumpin' on corners
& Dumping at you, cops just jump in action
Trigger happy but nobody's gun is smiling
When somebody's son
At my worst
You wanted to call me Yours
Because You're too good
You're too good to me
You laid down Your child
To have us as sons and daughters
become
All the shit I've avoided what I done for my sons
And daughters and momma just call her
I sold dope and dropped out of school seems its all they can
Eaten by a volcano?
Sunken in a caldera?
Did it ever exist?
A tale of the elder
The search continues
Discovery or defeat
A journey across the wide sea
But
Detachment
Who am I?
What have I done?
The violence
Full of hate
The habit of our sins
Atonement buried in an unmarked grave
Who of you will dare
to write
That's all hes wanted in life
With two daughters,a son,and a remarkable wife
Hes in a bond
Hes has to provide
A family is relying on a Milli
settling I'd never choose the default
These views too great y'all know y'all hurt
And I can't see y'all no I can't see y'all
Making withdrawals
Street
like I found out
Y'all were cheating at the game, dawg
I'd get buried just to see you in the grave
Dawg
Everybody wanna be the big dog
Everybody wanna
Over everyone
I hear the sound of sons and daughters
I see the old dream wild in young imagining
Young and old will dream
I hear the sound of earth
Buried alive I See death closing in
This is the moment of truth
Trapped in a coffin
There's nowhere to hide
Six feet under ground
I'm being
The weight of every curse upon Him
One final breath He gave
As Heaven looked away
The Son of God was laid in darkness
A battle in the grave
The war
motherfuckin minute maid two twin glocks pouring hate in my gatorade breaking down all the the motherfuckin barricades leave your skull buried watch your
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
in Liverpool by the sea
But that ain't who I am,
Lord have mercy
On the frozen man.
It took a lot of money
To start my heart,
To peg my
The Devil thought he'd won
By claiming God's own Son
But his plans would be undone on Easter morning
The grave could not contain
The stone could not conceal
Inside a little house on the corner of a quiet street
There is a room kept dimly lit
That holds a misplaced invitation
Buried in a desk drawer
you try, to be like none of them Housewives
Selling us fools' gold
Tell a son to slang dope and daughter twerk when they get old
Damn shame, how we
in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come
in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come
in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come
alive, clutching on his hammer
World full of problems, ain't nobody got a answer
Mommy in the grave, daddy gettin' high
Bills steady rollin' in, he
darkness stands on a thread of pinhole light
So all you are is contradiction
You buried the chance in a self-righteous glance
So your sons and your
Somewhere in the world a boy or girl is being buried by their mother
Somewhere in the world there is violence, brother against brother
Do your
Bar
And the grave-digger's smiling
At his reflection in his spade
He's visiting the seediest
The shallowest of graves
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