Lyrics:
My liver might go anyway
And I'd rather go in glory so in war
I won't be giving in i suffer for my art
I've got sulphur on the heart
This tartan
Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager
Soupin me up sayin "You're a good worker,"
"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register"
"Large
songs names like Mary
So some songs became far
More Top 40 friendly, but infinitely cheaper
On my second album
I had sung about my mother's having
a major way
Like, every time I open up my mouth it seems that's all they say
My God
There is a war outside and no ones safe
The only way you dodge them
still got his power
Cuz my father didn't have a weapon
And my mother never been to prison
We crying out for justice
It's just us out here now
(Get on your knees, nigga, get on your knees and pray)
Em, you claim you mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut
So what's Hailie gon' be
Mother called to tell me
That my father had died
She didn't want to seem too sad
But she almost cried
Mother called to tell me
That my father was
Ten miles to northward of the narrow port
Open'd a larger haven: thither used
Enoch at times to go by land or sea
And once when there, and clambering
Beautiful Black mothers, you raised so many of us
They built abortion clinics by your house to take you from us
Beautiful Black fathers, I know your back
a shadow what I'm trying to hide
My heart's got many rooms
These walls are really high
Closets got many tombs
I pray will not revive
In a war with defeated
Naysayers and Peig Sayers
My Ireland is still Hailing Mary Mother of Grace
And here's to you Mrs Robinson thanks for the embrace
My Ireland wishes Grace
tha future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby
We ain't meant to survive, cause it's
the land
And they've got churches by the dozen who want to
Guide our hands
And sign Mother Earth over to pollution, war and greed
Get rich
Get rich
And they've got churches by the dozen who want to
Guide our hands
And sign Mother Earth over to pollution
War and greed
Get rich
Get rich quick
Bury my
I live just enough for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so
Greed
It was the summer of 1944
My brothers were lying there on the floor
Their bodies littered this world war
The army was still standing at the door
We
the God of War like Mars
That leave MC's smashed by my Squad
It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
Of my extreme fellas, rockin'
for my mother for my peace
We were there and we were dying
Dying away
We were there and we were sinking
Sinking away
We were there and we were dying
To see all you're passing by and passing up
I'm passing by soldiers on their own front lines
Fighting wars within their hearts
I'm passing by mothers
back
Get a cab to my mother's house
See my old man and grab a six pack
Tell my brother I love him
And give him something that will see him through
to pay my prices
Narcissistic vices
Missing on my Mother's kisses we were living righteous
All I do is keep on asking was I preaching violence?
Sitting by
for many hours
Just trying to get by
He went abroad and joined the fight
Remember
The Ghosts of War walk behind
Fly, fly to find my way
Higher, now
again and again
I can see you slain before me
I have taken mind from matters
Is it my birthday
My alien mother
Why did your ship pass me by?
Is
to his brother Hektor he wasn't half the man
I chose glory and a war that was gory
Rather than live peacefully now my mother's in mourning
Lionhearted
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