Lyrics:
blames herself
When the blame is all mine
Like father like son
It all By design
So how can I blame him
When it is in me to
Its time to break the curse
these niggas
She a daughter of a queen
All these niggas they know how she roll with king
Her mommy on some other wanna by hеr buggati
Let her flex on you
niggas these niggas will tell on you
Called u for a helping hand that shit said unavailable
Standing strong nigga call me mr incredible
Making calls like
, holdin' it down
I certainly miss how she grinds it
And she says she miss havin' me around
She all up on me singin' my songs
And it feels like I'm
it 'cause we'll both get too into it
All I'm thinking 'bout is you and I don't know why I've been doing it
The feelings you gave me, craving them
are caught off guard
If we rely upon the Lord
So turn to God with all your trust
'Cause only He can quicken us
We are the sons and daughters
lived so long
It's the things that I recall
Before my [final] curtain call
That I'm most proud of all
As I'm standing by the wall
You called me father
You
I'm the only me
I like everything in order
Just turned 23
Helping all my sons and daughters
From my own city
Repping AA like Cena
Yet they can't see
contradiction and the first eviction by sendin the couple east
Now the first couple became the first parents of the first son
Who became the first murderer
nigga straight out of Compton
The fuck you magazine niggas want from me?
I rewrote the game, nigga, now talk money
All black on my Al Capone shit
I
nigga straight out of Compton
The fuck you magazine niggas want from me?
I rewrote the game, nigga, now talk money
All black on my Al Capone shit
I
When you enter the harsh and
Rugged lands of Illy Philly
It was a quarter to one, friday night
Loaded up the guns, jump on the horn
Called up my son
can't walk on water
I can't save your sons and daughters
Well, I can't change the world and make things fair
The least that I can do
The least that I can
can't walk on water
I can't save your sons and daughters
Well, I can't change the world and make things fair
The least that I can do
The least that I can
with too little pay.
I loved a girl in Saginaw, Michigan
The daughter of a wealthy, wealthy man
But he called me that son of a Saginaw fisherman
too little pay
I loved a girl in Saginaw Michigan the daughter of a wealthy wealthy man
But he called me that son of a Saginaw fisherman
And said I
in wordplay while the world plays with my emotions
Hoping a little poetic therapy can keep me from needing a therapist
I hide hurt in haiku
"All little
And even if I could it will all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
Not so bad
Dear Slim, you still ain't called
and their laws
And looking back I still believe
When all is said and done
We had to fight for what was right
For our daughters and our sons
They called us
mothers from daughters and fathers from sons
The name Com has never been involved with run
Unless it's DMC or runnin' these broads to bein' free
I'm
will the angels catch me?
Or in it all is it my destiny?
Is there a sound when the ground absorbs me?
Or a dream tellin' me my story
I called up my
and fire making love to give birth
To a sea of sons and daughters who warm their hands by the hearth
Denied the temptation of the incense
We're all sisters and brothers, sons and daughters
How long, how long
Our eyes all shine in different colors we cry, Lord
How long
Our dreams our tears
started feeling funny, niggas coming short with money
I called my son, he told me chill, he'd be over in twenty
Punny, what's the deal? Niggas wanna kill
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