Lyrics:
yall
The revolution done revamped
Distant relatives I'm sending this energy to the motherland
You my brother like my mother's son
Uh you my sister like
God where are you
And why are you letting this happen
Caught in this cycle, this wheel
Are you taking my son from me so I can know how you feel
Is
God where are you
And why are you letting this happen
Caught in this cycle, this wheel
Are you taking my son from me so I can know how you feel
Is
survival crops the cycle stops for nothing (what)
The bible's carp revivalist winos flock by the hundreds
To the opening, scarlet carpets greeting their
from out a wine glass
Don't address me as nothing less than your highness
Time passed by so fast my life feels like a time lapse
I reflect on this life
It's the same old love
You thought of us when You made it all, so glorious
It's the same old love
I was on your mind when You gave up your only Son
Generational trauma, generational drama
We carry sins from our fathers and pass em on to our daughters and sons
We swear on the moon we'll rise above
With a sin for me, separated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries
And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries
This perpetus
contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays
With deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
Public humiliation was the worst pain
He
side when the road no smooth eh eh
See me something oh
See me something oh
Na you dey by my side when the road no smooth eh eh
Breaking cycles
All highs,
the same rhyme
Paid homage to the struggle
That's before mine
Never bad handing nothing, therefore I grind
Outshine most niggas, call 'em all suns
Sons
the softest substance in the world
At yet, it can penetrate the hardest, rock
Or, anything granite, you name it
Umm.. water also is insubstantial; by that I
on man you know we got mad fuckin' blow
Up in the Motherfuckin' lab son
This nigga's off the hook man
Yo Chef talk to these niggaz man
[Raekwon]
We
the blame for my entourage, just stop droppin' names
And you gon' stop getting dropped and mollywopped by the gang
Do your thang, just keep me out of it
My
live by the gun, you die by the judge
And if my girl have a son, I'ma raise him better than I was
A little time does justice to the heart
You should
Heeeeeeaaaaaaaaay
Haaaaaaay
Hey Heaayy
I pray that your reason
To live by faith in Jesus may never fall
To the wailing witters
Trying to deaden
universe was a small room in my hometown
Got some rap tapes I was moved by the dope sounds
Found myself inspired by the son of a Panther
And others who gave
your grown daughter the D,
Proportionally,
We kill Mother Nature,
Her sons and her daughters,
Will turn into orphans and bleed,
Distorted by greed,
can realign
I know love is in my design because
I treat my worst demons so kind
Intoxicated by the lunacy I call it moonshine
Getting out of line in my
you
I'll still wait around for crumbs, they're enough for me
Do you think I'm a son of a bitch, cause I keep on repeating this cycle of falling
all
hometown
Got some rap tapes I was moved by the dope sounds
Found myself inspired by the son of a Panther
And others who gave me clues when I was scrounging
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
you do
I'm not new dudes or your old one
Just to keep my good eye open is why you owe Don
By now, you know son
I'm not the one the scene wanna write
son will have no dad again,
Son of a bitch
See black males who often get set up and black mailed
By black girls who once loved us, but emotions
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