Lyrics:
sins in trays
Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinking a word best describing my life to name my daughter
My strength, my son, the star,
While people are drowning on TV
You build your mansion by the sea
Thinking you will never see the day
But this is your reckoning; it's time to pay
I
Lord
In the land I’m livin’ in
Sing it to the daughters
Sing it to the sons
To every generation
Look at what the Lord has done
Sing it
but say it, you'll get slaughtered
Unless your name is Layla she's my one and only daughter
Old enough to play in the division we call Masters
But I
talking to me through the water
As the leader of the house I (ask)
Ask that you teach your son to teach your daughter
Cause I've been tryna stay afloat
Will
the roof
Raise the roof because it's all on fire
Not done by the sun or electrical wire
Not done by sons stricking matches with
message to the nations
Alright
My youths are dying out
But creation is crying out
For the manifestation of your sons and daughters
So arise and see it
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
And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care
At the tender age of twelve, and you feel that no one cares
Searching for answers, that's
We're coming to the edge
Running on the water
Coming through the fog
Your sons and daughters
Let the river run
Let all the dreamers
Wake
of man
Been that way for a long time
Son of a daughter of single moms
Who had waited there in that long line
For that DSS for them 8 kids
A proud women
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
These jokes were approved by my son, it's OK.
My daughter, she's the fucking whackjob. My daughter, she was a pastry chef. Yeah, for three days. Three
paper, shit is still ghetto
But fuck it black, you living your life, though your loved ones
Peace to your daughter and your newborn son
It used to be
with paper, s*** is still ghetto
But f*** it black, you livin your life, though your loved ones
Peace to your daughter and your newborn son
It used
chasten you
So just like you'll chasten your own son
He's gonna chasten you because he loves you
So that's why we get chastised, that's why we're in
chasten you
So just like you'll chasten your own son
He's gonna chasten you because he loves you
So that's why we get chastised, that's why we're in
scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be
scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be
tryna make a dollar for son and daughter
Where them times are even harder without a father
Want a job but never bother
All about them commas, bigger
up
And mama tryna make a dollar for son and daughter
Where them times are even harder without a father
Want a job but never bother
All about them
hide your wives and daughters, hide your sons as well
with the great nations of europe you never can tell
where you and i are standing at the end
don't do that
You work to feed your kids
You work to do your deeds
We ain't perfect
So that talk you better stop it
No with her daughter in mind
Looking
to see your blood, until you cough it up
Mr. officer, crooked officer
We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir
We been struggling to make it,
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