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The straight gate ahead trying to fix my mistakes
Press towards the kingdom no more running in place
Son of Deb and Leon, always honor my parents
Growing up was

Streets of New York

Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

Rap's Biggest Hits, Vol. 2

1995

stole somebody's dope and a gold rope
Now my son's on the run, he's a wanted one
Had fun then was done by a shotgun
Upstairs I cover my ears and tears

deeper waters
Children into sons and daughters
Led by our Heavenly Father
So one of a kind
Your love intertwined in the Body of Christ
You’re the source

a fuck about a nigga's feelings
Unless it's my son's
Or my brother's, neph will tell you
Bet not mess with my Unc
Taught my daughter and my niece's
Self

I was on my way to visit my daughter
And that son of a gun was out there
Trying to hook a windmill up to water
When he heard me laugh, well, he

Mum tosses her hair across her shoulder and
Looks down her nose at the clerk
"Luanna Veodrum and my daughter
Teddy Veodrum"
I don't bother caring about

it to your mother, tell it to your father
From the ocean to the sand
To all your sons and all your daughters
The world will fall by their crooked hands

for tea
Now I see my son and daughter one weekend in three
On the way back from the pub, 100 down the hill
Flashing lights behind me, pulled over by

SURVIVES
THE SCHOLARS REVIVES
AND WHO PAYS THE PRICE ASKS A FATHERLESS CHILD

TRY TO SURVIVE
AND COME HOME ALIVE
A DAUGHTER A WIFE
A SON AND KNIFE
A GUN BY

They keep starting to astound us

Lucky us we didn't blow up in our twenties
The money by them was panties
We were chipping ramps to Grammys their life

Day by Day

Andrew Peterson

Light for the Lost Boy

2012

that said we weren't allowed
To duck inside and join the crowd
Without a son or daughter's hand
To lead us into Neverland

And it hurt so bad
But

seclusion and starvation have got them by the throat
They've boarded up the windows and reinforced the doors
And covered up the stains of the father left

trust in the one
The son who's claiming he won
So bob ya head now, if you stuck in the slums
A put ya head down, when ya running from guns
They want ya

my daughter
Son was the fourth youngin' on the run with a warrant
Motherfuck a jail, gender, corpse, club full of dorks
Got it out the mud in my

I Feel Ya

Monica

Church in These Streets

2015

my nigga had to bury his daughter
You can get finessed by your partna
you could get shot by a coppa
Caught my lil cousin slippin' took off his leg

as the Boyd-Douglas Mansion was sold by the daughters that inherited it. It became a home for opium addicts, later purchased by Saint Ann Catholic Church, who tore it

hood
I'm just trying to look like God

Had my face in the mud, crawled under the wire
Baptized by the blood, after tried by fire
See the scars on my

by City Hall found that London 
Has seen an increase of 71% 
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked

Millionaires

Talib Kweli

Mission Control Presents Prehistoric Sounds

2000

the neverland, the promised land?
Sheep for slaughter
Frontin' sons but ya can't feed your daughters
What's your livin?
Playin' to push a man for ¿Sam?

The fisherman's daughter & son now live in the valley
Sending family photographs by the mail

A handful of sand for my son 
And a seashell for my daughter

to this hollow prison

Guided with such vast uncertainty
Sons of sin cycle in repetition
As daughters of damnation die
Leaving their shrill left

and contempt, you supply it
Through despair, agony and fear 
Eviscerate innocent souls, wait another 100 years

Bring your sons and daughters
Force them down

kids was young when son got the time
Won't see his daughter graduate, can't teach his son how to drive
Now you see where I get this ambition from

Chi-City

Common

Be

2005

mothers from daughters and fathers from sons
The name Com has never been involved with run
Unless it's DMC or runnin' these broads to bein' free
I'm