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power because of their last name
Thought they were something special cause of where their fathers came from
That's dumb, they didn't have God's favor like

father at the age of ten
Driving through the field and back again
I couldn't reach the pedals of that old John Deere
So he sat me on his lap and he let me

out the wazoo
Poof call me cosmo
think I need my Wanda where she at
Here I am I don't play by the rules
Make some money while I sleep
Finna count some

I woke up to the smell of life in 05
On that night reading the Gospel of John for the first time
With both eyes being open with new sights
When I

you got picked on by the new kid
It's hard for me to stand she asking too many questions
My IQ too high what's the point of even testing em
Ya

Mickelson
I'm not your average citizen
Or your average Joe
But I'm white
And I'm Goodman
You can tell by the flow
They thought I worked at Papa Johns
The way

we pray Amen
Whole time I thought you would get taken out  by crooked cops
Not a faulty heart that I gave you tryna stop
So many meets you would think

single play john madden
They like gahdamn when he make that happen
He was gone for a minute but he came back rapping 
Hair getting longer and lips getting

bowling
Let's go bowling, let's go bowling
Let's do it now

Because Wrestlemania's fine by me
Monster trucks are a sight to see
A cultured life that's nice

Ok the 973 be the residence
John Wilkes Booth how a
Young'n after presidents
12 wanna hassle me
Cuz they don't like the melanin
They want me

Where  Were  You?  (I  Was  There)   
(Written  by  John  Redmon)  

(Verse I)    
Lord,  I've  been  through  the  strongest  storm    
But  I

crossed 
By a real boss 
Cry my ass a river little bitch then take the loss (splash noise) 
If these hittas talking shit 
Reload the clip and peel em off

Peace Pookie Slim 

Every Lil Boy Needed a Father So..
Big Shout Out  Bill Figures & John Pointer 

JP Thanks For Helping Us Grow Up in The Times We

pavement to walk on
We all keep the mob deep

I'll be mobbing for my Father till he's calling me home
I told him I would tell the truth in every mic that I'm

like John or Beth. The first one, Azazel, a big bearded guy, couldn't stop complaining bout his dad. His lady friend, Lilith, told me that his father was

Father figure strained by allegation

Good intentions means less than ever now
Goodbye sweet young thing

Nick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Vocals
Stephen

No weapon fashioned against me 
Protected by the father 
cnyhow wey say you wan bring am
Me I stand karaka 
Yunno in the ghetto it be dreadful 
Man

the blicks are sparking
How ironic in Splashtown, you need your sparklers
SupaGOAT step in the booth like I'm Clark Kent
Surrounded by Bruce Wayne's, afraid

Jesus
Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do.

Ensemble
OOH-OOH

Mary, sister of Martha
He was despised and rejected by mankind, a man

and others
We used to be so close
It was like we was brother

Used to ball in the summers 
Til the lights went out
John wallace went to the league
From

all my life
Uh
I ain't praying for a mill
Cause when I was coming up we were praying for a meal
With my E63
Fam I always kept it real
In my Sean John

down by the races
And in other desperate places
Helping rich men part with payslips
On the prayer they'd get it back

Down in Flea Street he first met

in your head, John Kennedy
They spit sick, I spit cure, blood filled with remedy
I don't need advice, baby I got therapy
You Sandusky, All them boys is

Im open now but not for sale
Bless the grip and bless the rail
Father now dont let me fail
Love is all i have for real
Hammer without no nail
I just