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the gun
I stack until I could provide, to have a daughter or son
‘Cause I got people counting on me, I got people doubting on me
I got goals I need

of the FathersSuffered by the sons and daughtersSins of the FathersSuffered by the sons and daughters Orphans in the worldNobody would dare adopt usSins of the Father

Smuckers

Kanye West

Cherry Bomb

2015

a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I

24 Hrs. to Live

DMX

Harlem World

1997

give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one

abused, sick of nervous breakdowns
Addiction hit me, white lines and alcohol
Smoking weed, was numb to it all

Don't walk by, spare a thought for this

of wisdom he already knew by the Spirit of God. Therefore, we see that the prophet may prophesy, but the message he brings may not be simple prophecy at all

to complicate it
That man's a rapist
And a common product
Of this problematic nation
We as men are all responsible
Its time for us to change it
Tell my daughters

destiny in the one who created me
And, As I leave you here
I ask that you remember one thing
You're God's son, you God's daughter
And there's a reason that

There was a time when the peoples here were at peace
So let me describe it to you if it were all in cerise
Now prepare for the present to fade

the keys to our fair land?
Why don't you meet me at the border
We can see for once and all how they're defined
I am a son and you're a daughter
And I can't

give me a chance
See that I can be the guy to care for her
And I'd say-ay
Mrs. Bass I'd like to ask your daughter
If she wouldn't mind sometime I called

kids the things that you created
And still you wonder why your daughter has all of her rage
Part of its me I should has spoke up when I had the chance
I

before I had a fan
Wasn't shady, but my lady called me an Afghanistan
After Iraq, did it for my daughter, Sending money back
No return, never had my mind

not until I gotta gun
40 caliber up on me, it'll hit you or you run
All these pussy ass niggas, either daughters or my sons
Try to run up on my shorty,

were natives there called guanches, guanches by the score
bullet's, disease the portugese, they weren't there any more

now they're gone,  they're gone,

out by tomorra
Yeah it's me
Address me as your pilot
As I try to take you higher
Do you mind if there's some turbulence
If not then I invite ya
Ta shake

slaughter 
Every move I make Do it for my daughters 
My son my little King second me
Don't call him a copy call him a better me 
Teach him Wamology that

I Am

Kirk Franklin

Hello Fear

2011

thought life is worthless
Until you showed me who I am
Not here by mistake
No luck, only grace
I'm on my way to
Who I am (not who I was), I am (forgiven

The Tain (Parts I-V)

The Decemberists

The Tain/5 Songs

2004

hands and face are smeared with blood.

[daughter:] the chaplain came and called me out
To beat and to butcher his mother's sow

[woman:] but darling

And Lamech lived after he begat Noah five hundred
Ninety and five years, and begat sons and daughters
And all the days of Lamech were seven hundred
Seventy

Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very

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,

I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave

carried my daughters and sons
See there’s one thing I give that can’t be tossed aside
That’s the higher supreme
That’s called life

I’m the giver of life