Lyrics:
What's it like to be all alone
All by yourself in a broken home?
Try not to be like mom and dad
Realize you're just fucked like them (like them)
be there for my son and my daughter
Nights turn into days and all my days turn to tomorrows
Problems, every day tryna find a way to solve 'em
Ridin'
around me
But God got me, no fear, through the fire, try and stop me
There's a war in the streets tonight
And all this drama's got me feeling uptight
bitch, and get painted
My son damn near got a million, BM steady gettin' in her feelings
Call yo' daddy son if you need him
Fuck 'em by the twos, hoes
And at the age of seventeen he was the father of a son,
At the age of eighteen, his grave had all grown green;
And the death put an end to his growing.
I'll
made my daughter speak ebony essence
From the tree of life, aiyo, we free tonight
I hope why'all people see the light
You can't see all the shit we
There's no stranger here at the Savior's feet
Where the cross stands tall there is unity
All are welcomed home, sons and daughters sing
By His precious
My youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The pipes and drum beat out the time
While in his box of polished pine
Like
She told me to call
She don't stutter
My son is riding a scooter
My daughter in love with a hamster
My grandfather was a painter
Bad combination
Married
tonight
One lonesome night in Joey's house of fun
You see the son of a preacher he's a son of a gun
High powered men inside their business suits
Collar
Oh you upper class daughters, and working class sons
It's hard to save a dollar, the way the world runs
You're the target market of a corporate joke
It
Damme
That’s why people like us get better with time, cos we’re fine wine
So tonight’s for all the heroes, put your capes on
Let your heart rejoice, it’s
I can take you out
You my son, lil nigga
Better tuck on the gun, lil nigga
Keep it on me, better run, lil nigga
Bussdown, dripping all Aquafina
Winter
the
Sons and for the Daughters, of the
Artists and the Authors, I'm a
Magnet for the Manic, and I
Can't find the will to forget
What they said
Oh before
A prayer for our growing sons and daughters
May we keep our hearts open
And our eyes wide
May we heal what's broken
And let the tides go by and by
You know
at the son
And fuck white supremacy and all of the business
That been supportive of it since it begun
Gotta cancel our orders, do that for our daughters
to his face
Come on down to the gospel nation
Mount Zion by the sea
Wade into the water rescued sons and daughters
Shine the light of liberty that sets
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, as if I were their own son. Their two daughters, Yvette and Helen, are more like my younger sisters than cousins. When you are part
always last
Poseidon became lord of earthquake and seas
master of oceans and all their wealth
god of an island, there lived a family
with a daughter
Look (hey)
Fuck all that protestin' and marchin' peacefully (yeah)
They still gon' find a way to handle us egregiously (oh)
Legally, if I may get this
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
to save them
There's nothing left to save
Hide your wives and daughters
Hide your sons as well
With the great nations of Europe you never can tell
don't make it out tonight just tell my daughter that I tried
Man fuck that shit I ain't going out for nothing
Like the president missile let off from
I'm just trying to be a father
Raise a daughter and a son
Be a lover to their mother
Everything to everyone
Up and at 'em bright and early
I'm
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