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[Verse 2]
Run like a son of a gun
Fratch good by everyone
Daddy's gotta go, where he doesn't know
Bet it'll be in the sun
Give me a gun that shoots

Standin' there in awe
(I need to see my son, I need to hold him)
Standin' there in awe (I need to hold him)
Standin' there in awe

Last night

and fam fed up by me boy
Knock, knock shit, bet they lock the door
Engaged but headed 'round divorce
She caught it, check my child support
Make a nigga that

and ourselves
cnd how could we lose our innocence
Oh lord we need your help
Cause what has happened it can't be explained
It's a battle for our lives
Saved by

(No)
Son of God on my necklace (So)
I'll reach to the mountaintop
I'll speak for the ones who not
I'll bleed for the people
Makeshift 'til we breach

Ooh-mm, yeah
Living and dyin' by my name, yeah hello?
Jay Trench jump, jump, jump, jump

When I call, she come
When I call her, she come
When I call, she

and them be everywhere I go
If I'm by myself I got to have choppa somewhere close
And nigga, you know how that go, it's like the Devil on my shoulder

tears in my sad eyes
I cruise through time barf living the
Fast light the fast lane
Fifth year owe you a pass-by
(I'm moving like)

If you ever see me

Riding hard the clarion of war
Into battle once and evermore

The Easter Dogs of War they howl and rage
Joined in Chorus by Our Comrades
The wolves

Yo, woke up this morning, crucial timing
My son crying, I'm back to them daddy duties
Yo I be lying if I ain't say
I was happy when raising my kids

Dear old dad, remember when
You would sing to me? We could do it again
Dear old dad, remember how
I would sit on your shoulders? Well, how 'bout

for a son to kiss
Got my light back shining on one abyss
Bullet proof auras, every single gun I miss
Life, that ain't something that
You wanna risk i'm

Remember this, nothing is sacred
We live right beside the abyss
Remember this, there is no doubt
That your name is on somebody's list

Remember this,

Deere cap
Get down on your knees
Thank the Lord for this country
Built by the guy underneath
That greasy John Deere cap

Chew that chaw
Get a spit cup

Why study what comes naturally?
Style ain't native shit processed like hot lye and potatoes
Does you're gaze go towards your naval?
Or to the stars like

To the One who wore
A crown of thorns
To the One who took
The lash and scourge
For the hands and feet
That were pierced by nails
For the sacrifice

never seen
Staring like a deer in the high beams
Tell me I'm nothing with your dirty looks
Judge me by the cover, throw away the book
Well, I'm so

the things I've wasted, and that I'm a part of the equation. It's corrective lens and chipped glass. Rubber bullets flying by. It's someone drowning in