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It was difficult to navigate the world as a homeless teenager. My father was right. It was hard. And the world was tough. I think about this time in
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
twenty-five years of bein' locked down, twenty-three and one
My father has not called any shots
From one of the most secure and segregated prisons in
twenty-five years of bein' locked down, twenty-three and one
My father has not called any shots
From one of the most secure and segregated prisons in
life
You're the only father that I ever new
Who's your daddy
Who's your daddy
As you live many years
Things take on a repeat
You're the only father that
is going
Down by 20 per cent every year i just
Talked to the superintendent, met
With Michael Sacks, that’s Ron's
Right hand man so
I think it's
The Festival?!
LUCINDA
What, you wish to go to the Festival?
ALL THREE
The Festival?
The King's Festival?
NARRATOR
And her father had taken for his new wife
Circled by arcane and evil books
Scouring them for any hint of knowledge.
Charles, Jim and Will
A father's son who doesn't know his dad
Suddenly he wishes
their property
Word to Samson, the tongue will get you hung
I had a friend, they murdered his father and his three-year-old son
I heard him cursin'
Holy Mary, Mother of God
Pray for us sinners
Now and at the hour of our death, amen
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit
but after they little hopes and dreams get broken
Me and Hi-Tek, we live long and prosper like Vulcans
Think I'm jokin'? We both got sons, we make
parts-and one heart
1,2,3
It's three parts-and one heart
1,2,3
It's an easy as 1,2,3 Father Son Spirit lives in me
It's an easy as 1,2,3 Father Son
ha, ha, ha
All three were beautiful of face, but vile and black of heart
Jack, on the other hand, had no father, and his mother
I wish
Well, she
Like cake batter by any means, son
We make your face splatter word life
I never understood the broke type
Thinkin' back then when I hustled
My first
and peacefulness in his
Father’s face that
Took the edge off the boy’s fear
Then the big eyelids rose and the father
Stared into the face of his son
"Come here
was I on the, 3rd Day
Our Father's Son
Our Father's Pain
His life to give,
That we may live
Where was I when He wore a crown of thorns
Where was I
home like the back of my hand
You finally calmed down
And I was upset that we had missed Saturday Night Live
We came back in, and you told me
To look
SUCKA
You beat down my father and you raped my mother Africa
And now you want to laugh at her
I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya
Snatch
this nigga out the window son
(Ga head man)
Shit shit shit don't blow it up, duck down
(Yo let me do it man, let me do it, go head)
Two shots,
you down just to prove it
Three layers deep, still keep my dreams lucid
Third eye blind till I ate a few shroomies
Then by the third time I was trippin
son in my bed, hid my pills in the closet
Broke the bowls down, hid 'em behind the living room couches
Then went back to my whip and rolled up, by
[ Professor X ]
Peace
Check me
The Eternal Son
Of the Universal Father
Travelling the Infinite Spirit
The quest: Paradise
But some things are
plunge, shipwrecked
Go get your homework done, down to the books you’re spine is not enough inflected
But oh, by the way, said my father before being
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