Lyrics:
my kids and Ms. Cita, Lord
Just got off the phone with my son
Told him, "You're a son of a gun"
Just got off the phone with my daughter
Told her,
Never Again shall we march like sheep to the slaughter, Never Again leave our sons and daughters. Stripped of our culture, robbed of our names, raped
You lived peacefully
with your dear mom
Incoming tragedy
Foresaw by no one
Once you noticed changes
In your mom's behavior
Drug addiction altered
Her
bunnies
The game, will put niggas in they grave
Right before they part ways, with the street
I want a son to greet, every mornin'
Daughters and more
Ridin' round my number one concern is
If we live, if we die, what's tha purpose?
When I'm buried in my grave "Do I deserve this?"
Or do they got some
White sands stretched out as far as the eye can see
Found buried by the sea
The heat of Allah son will crack through Antarctica
We ride blue whales, you
the third
Who went by the nickname of Buddy
Led a life that tells a helluva story
But today is the day that it ends
He Was the only son of Peggy and Louis
burns the delta
Where the Sins of Angels lie
Buried in the gash of a winsome bride
Oh the air is chilled with ghosts
Yea the wind is thrilled to boast
by the media, dead of the chivalry
Play the reverie for every breath that I take
I'm in a dream state, wishing that I wasn't awake
Saw my cuz at a wake
So I'm beheading them all!
The lay of the land, I'm settin' fire to buildings and bridges
You ain't sell out a show until you sell out one in
So I'm beheading them all!
The lay of the land, I'm settin' fire to buildings and bridges
You ain't sell out a show until you sell out one in
was slacking I cut all the ties
Me and my sons in a newer whip gripping them Benjamin's
Shit I'm with all of the guys
Niggas despise you its all
Unchained
They want me down in the grave
I swear I gotta get paid
See how would that white cop be feeling if white cops went shot up his son and his daughter
kids and Miss Cita, lord
Just got off the phone with my son
Told him, "You're a son of a gun"
Just got off the phone with my daughter
Told her, "I won't
gate unknown
Sons and daughters of dark and light
Leave all your worries behind
Hidden in the night, buried in the sand
Absolve me and save me from
We're astonished and amazed
We are silenced by Your wondrous grace
You have saved us
You have raised us from the grave
And we are speechless in Your
Buried me in my grave
(My heart's still frozen)
(Damn this love is potent)
(Yeah it keeps me floating
Why do I feel this way
(Because you're broken)
I know
shit with your own wеapons
Even my close bros don't get what I bеcame
We all walk those old roads but
Our pace was not the same
I go insane in the fast
S-E-T
I told my son that "Whatever the sun touch is yours, little nigga"
I told my daughter "Don't give up your love to a poor little nigga"
I told my
I be servin dimes
I got a shotty by the door if shit get outta line
And got some pussy coming in and out like all the time
And ion think he gon
ain't no way back from that
The pain in his voice echoes through the whole ward
Kelly's so saddened by the shock of it all
She can't speak, but the eyes
like diamonds
In the love of a daughter
Worth more than all the gold in the world
And they say that a son
Is the pride of a father
But my heart
Easily execution, on my side
Homicide, homicide but we used to all the time
We in the Benz, off the benzos our depression clinical (right)
You hear me?
5,000 Americans, healed the pain|Brainwashed by Osama Bin Laden|Terrorized the world, shit will never be forgotten|Like Jack the ripper back in
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