Lyrics:
and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in city hall and take
Plot Summary for
Pieces of a Dream (2005)
The uniquely intertwined lives of four kindred souls:
a priest, a single mother,
her teenage son
to jubilate,
For us to celebrate (celebration) burn by fire,
They we burn by fire*3
Hallelujah!!!!!
Child OF GOD bend down and dance,
Celebration has come,
It
feel it y'all?
Rather see we in a three-by-three structure with many bars
Leave us where we are so they can play among the stars
They taking off
wanna hear about my everyday
I wake up, I wake my son up, then I feed him
And lead him into his carseat
Drive up the street down to Target
Don't do
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
your father was a figure
'Cause my uncle was my father and my father was my nigga
And my mother so proud 'cause his son is gettin' bigger
I took time
to see her one son get loud
Flip on a sucker! - And bow to the crowd!
Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4,
Live in action, guaranteed
because"
[Chorus]
And that day
The brotherhood between the three brothers
No longer existed
And their story lives
By themselves
Days are years
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
Yeah
Yo, son, you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, I got a new, yo, niggas don't even know, son
Yo, check
Yeah
Yo, son, you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, I got a new, yo, niggas don't even know, son
Yo, check
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All black shades like Eazy E
Said I need a plan B, they ain't believe in me
I'ma kick down the door this a B&E
My father was a gangsta, that's the G
stay close to me
She could never live with herself
If she had to
Live with the ghost of me
And that's some rhythm and poetry
Look man I touched down in
road to the Father's door
Only way to the Father through the Father's Son who bled on the cross
He's the way, He's the truth and He's the life
Nobody
of Dundag
After three little feckers
And a life you could not better
The ol' lad took to buildin' on
A little piece of land
Down by the lakes of Killarney
No I'm not myself no more
Why should I walk through the door
I said one, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four get through the door
I'm just tired of all
Seekers like us for our rices, I stay in ciphers,
Our live is, connected to second son of Isaacs, which had a tight grip,
On the heels of his brother,
your ls
I'm there through your laughs so I'm there through your cries as well
Cos lives been up and down for three of us
At least we got three of us
and I couldn't play sports
I learned to dribble from right to left
I couldn't do a damn thang with all them F's
Age 15 father and son confrontation
to the side and watched it all go by
but he wrote it all down, hoping to show his kids
And the father, he was happy
and the father, he was glad
in a way
Oh zuriah, keep your head up higher
Don’t ever let it down unless it’s time to say goodnight son
For you baby boy, I would do anything
I will give you
As I approached The front door saw my brother standing there
I asked him what's going on
Sorry say that again uh no it's he not
You thought I broke down
As I approached The front door saw my brother standing there
I asked him what's going on
Sorry say that again uh no it's he not
You thought I broke down
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