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nephews know I love them That I'm always here a good son to my mother A brother, loving and fair I'm content with being a man saved by Grace Father to my
Mmm Mmm mmmm Mmm Yeah Son Raw I going tek unu pon a journey, yu zimme Through my city Mek unu know how wi flex, so let's roll Yow, yow, yow I pull
to my roots Grasping a lotta knowledge By rising I'm never shook Consume me you getting wise And you also drawing your doom Don't be fooled I came by
We all have fallen from his grace I'm glad He saved me Live by grace through faith in Jesus I looked up at my iPhone clock it read three three three
I own a mansion, but live in a house A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full But my tank is half empty,
I own a mansion, but live in a house A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full But my tank is half empty,
one and all, built like Titanic, your a perfect ship, your Oars-men sail you by the whip. Pharaoh, oh, Pharaoh, so Arrogant a King, listen
cause' its too late Everytime I speak, everytime I sing Those words keep ringing in my ears "Unworthy of a son", "Unworthy friend" Don't you remember
and my newphew's picture They say don't let this cruel world get ya, kinda suspicious Swearin' one day you might leave me, for somebody that's richer
to live Forget your roots in this cruel soul-sucking bis You fucking lose if you choose to not take the risk Chase a check Never chase a bitch Fucking
they pointed to a road sign to Fort Pillow In the town of a man who dreamed of war (Henning TN) Crying "Our roots have been drowned in sorrow We have
I'm just saying It's a cold cruel life and we didn't choose to be here Welcome to these trenches Ya Im glad that you visiting Take a look to your
a ruthless hawk On a helpless bird Each feather plucked from the root No crew around to recruit Can’t deny what is true The weak are prey to the cruel Where
to get by Slang dope, jack people, hands in the sky When you livin' on the edge, yeah holmie it's a high You get caught up in the drama and eventually
Burdens down here, deserved pain Coming back to my roots disappointed eyes Don’t look up to it blessed by evil touch FEAR!!! What’s to do When there’s no
can't lie I sold my truck so I can afford The things I need to buy Like pork rinds and root beer And chilli in a can The things I just can't live without
too deep Deception too far from the truth Her heart is fragile and weak The hatred it comes from the root She told me she don't wanna speak I told her
to win it, then twin it Yeah yeah yeah Phil and Lil Serve and love together that's the motto that's the deal If you live for the applause You will die by
and my newphew's picture They say don't let this cruel world get ya, kinda suspicious Swearin' one day you might leave me, for somebody that's richer
reflection (reflection) You come to me and everything seems alright In these days of cold affections You sit by me and everything's fine This could be
of the kids That's kinda just the way life is, you either gotta live or you die At least that I can say that I tried [Chorus] Cause I tried, I tried to do
The new life we gonna live, homey I got you Need a lifeline, I need a rescue I'm trying to eat, I need to break fast and break through So I can come
of the eyes If we could talk to love He'd tell us, "lay down all our lives" Open up His arms, invite us in as "little child" But we got so much baggage We keep
Walking for you so impatiently I know what you want My roots are yours too From that look in my eyes You can really see Men are not like us So
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