Lyrics:
There is a place
In a far away land
Where we know almost everyone
There is a place
In a far away land
Where we raise our daughter and son
But I
make it
I, I gotta make it
I I gotta make it
Cuz my daughter need food
Son needs shoes
Failure not a option baby i aint bout to lose
I gotta make it
I
these waters for sons and daughters
They give us our pride and our strong history
May they sail the wild blue sea
The wives they all love their brave
confide
I'm rising up, but I need to rise higher
We're running scared all alone inside
This place is cold, though consumed by fire
Green and Black just like
lose it
Lock up your sons and daughters ‘cause Billy’s on the streets
He’s waiting on the corners, preying on the weak
Lock up your kids tonight, I know
And free like In Boston
Tonight is the night
When we'll get this shit popping
No looking back
They kept all us boxed in
Flipping the chapters
Offing our
used to sit on the piazza and watch these hordes of middle-
aged ladies ariving by every boat. Obviously, all set to have
themselves a ball. So startled
at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
But respect ain't just something that?s understood in our time
Especially by our kind man I hate it
at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
But respect ain't just something that?s understood in our time
Especially by our kind man I hate it
at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
But respect ain't just something that?s understood in our time
Especially by our kind man I hate it
to sleep. I'll go in the attic. I got it. There's my son and my daughter at the end of the hallway just staring at me like the fucking twins from the shining.
Oh my John, the sweetest one, me-o, my-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filé gumbo
'Cause tonight
me for all my sinnin'
I'm doin' it for my kids, I'ma keep winnin'
My son 11 years old, already talkin' millions
By the time he 18, he on his own
heist
They would all just travel to the past
Get the Stone one by one, reverse the snap
Then put 'em back
Nebula got caught and her
Double took her spot
Closed their doors
To the man from God knows where
With a face full of sores
But it's warm by the fire tonight
Sons and daughters
Grow sleepy by
of good intentions and full of shit
Just our Father's struggling sons and daughters
Dipping dirty fingers in the holy water
I know a bunch of daddies who
said that she like what she see but all she see is money, nah
I ain't a pimp bitch but you can't get nothing from me
It's going down tonight
It's
I'm smarter
But now they're wishing that they're son was like they're daughter
So I'm sorry to my momma and my, and my, and my father
I said I'm sorry
How y'all feeling tonight?
Thank y'all for coming out to this
Impromptu-type performance I just set up
I love the energy in this city
This is one
How y'all feelin' tonight? Thank
Y'all for coming out to this impromptu
Type important performance
Let me just say that right quick
I love the energy
sons and daughters
Another failed attack, there is no turning back
Blood, running down like water
'Cause people gotta wait
Until the judgment comes
Why
Tell me why
The worst crime
In the world
And Daddy lies by his daughter's side
And he sleeps both deep and well
No nightmares come to him
Why
Tell me why
The worst crime
In the world
And Daddy lies by his daughter's side
And he sleeps both deep and well
No nightmares come to him
enough
That I'm a changed man
And that I'll be somewhere with the wife tonight
Even if they see me hanging out at the club
I'll be with her
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