Lyrics:
never knew their father, never learned to dream
But was guided by drug dealers, killers and crack fiends
For single mothers that's forced to play mom
to check my message,
no one has called but my homies and some bill collectors.
Cellular rings, somebody wants to borrow money
I two-way her she don't hit me
mine
My mother's health is fading and my son is doing time
My brothers in depression and my sisters having seizures
My fathers trying to maintain but
back
Then She laughed
At ya dude
Only thing funny
I could never save you
Even if some mother fucking money was involved
Ain't even hit the weed
Still I'm
It's lousy i'm the prodigal son
With ominous, Nostradamus anonymous visions
Confidence, some Obama shit
In Mocassins they can
In moccasins they can ante,
He was born to be
Known as everybody's brother
He is the Father, Son, and Mary is His mother
He is a 'scuse my slanguage
Well, a compound country
on the yard
Or tryin' get that dollar on some shitty ass job
Imagine Biggie with his son
Imagine Pac gettin' call pop 'bout one
Imagine a mother struglin',
night
Hittin' on everybody and their mother
There were two karaoke girls drunk on a dare
Singing, "I Got You Babe" by Sonny and Cher
Yeah, life was
the team so my niggas switching
Boss nigga since day one
Still move that a1
Its camplife to the day come
Big guns don't play son
Shit real we'll spray some
they thinking how we get this far?
We was just down by three and they thought we took a loss
They couldn't deem me like Earl Boykins, I'm sticking soft
about him
Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
Mama just hung her head and said: Son
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat
but I bet ya I'm liver son
So let me get upon the scene and redeem
The dream of a team, and knock 'em out like Mitch Green
Smoke some Thai weed, flow
this, I wanted better things)
Some are scared others killing for fun, I shot a mother in front of her son
(Change this from my consciousness and please
the time is right
For me to look inside of myself, the time passes by every night
I'm searching for answers meanwhile my faith does surprise
And my
These blue bills yeah these new funds
I don't even want to kill
But I bought me some new guns
This a marathon not a race
This is a new run
If a nigga
administration
Determined to shut it down
I attended some of the parties
Had encounters with some of the boys
I was haunted by my nature
And a punishing voice
I
to the safe)
Son runs our state
Carrying coke by the weight (weight)
Make 'em put pounds in the weed gate (weed gate)
And it's ran by Ol' Dirty (dirty)
12
and start to jot some
Always told myself that I would never be losin'
Man, I ain't have no hood, my mother was always movin' (damn)
From Detroit to Texas,
him, cbraham by him
David came by them, then Solomon and Nathan
Some sons of David, fathers of some generations
One grew up from the roots up to the sky
truth
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth, truth
Just gimme some truth, truth
her
I got a daughter and a son
Before he say 'daddy', little nigga might say 'gun'
I sit back, I blow a kiss to my mother
Even though she old, the nigga
to the lover (to the lover)
In you... In you... In you
So luscious she's the real deal, but even he gets ancy
Some honeys try to +Kill Bill+ beneath
humble
Insecure, can't tell her I love her
I only love Jesus, my bed, and my mother
I just got a book and I call it my cutter
A heart made of stone
It cut
and all the gray
All the sufering
All the bills coming over again
All the feels washed by the rain
All the promises that comes back
When the sun
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