Lyrics:
wanna be a man today
I don't wanna be a Christian, Muslim, gay, straight, or bi, see you later, bye
Not perceived by the things I believe or the color
know I
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Yeah, but now I'm back across the water
I'm in Sydney with somebody's daughter
Blowing sticky by the zips, and they
the water
I'm in Sydney with somebody's daughter
Blowing sticky by the zips and they can tell
By my rag hanging, *** this is Crip, but I'm chilling
It feels
funny (uh) shake it honey (Let's get it)
Take it money.. now let's get it (Let's get it)
[G-Dep]
Creep with your people
Though my shit is Sweet
your mind right to it
And take it day by day and trust us you will get right through it
You go live your life to the fullest
Son we know that you can do
Holy One
Righteous Son
There is none like You and never will be
Majesty
King of Kings
Just a glance and I'm enraptured by all I see
I will worship
My Son, My Son
By: Mike Mongeon
My son, my son
I have always loved you
And I want you to know I always will
My son, my son
Obey my words to you
Wait
cake, run, I would debate
Father had the nerve to tell me I'm a mistake
I said, dad I told my daughter that, I could relate
And the beef up the hill, is
the work is done
Your back's been painted by the heat of the sun
And baby you're a son of a gun when you want to be
So when you come home in the morning
permanently upon your innocent children's backs. How can we fail to forget?
The patriarch, son of Cain, decreed
The mass destruction,
Corruptions,
Shooting
you give up
If it's your only weapon
Lay down your guns
Don't speak, don't run
Your blood your sons
Lay down your guns
Lay down your guns
Don't speak
you walk with a shotgun
I got new for you, your days are numbered, son
Why don't you get yourself a job?
When your kid grows up, do you want him to rob?
the world could be saved by him
That's why, that's why
We trust in You, we believe it's true
That You gave your son for everyone
We trust in You, we believe
and them
Am I wrong for being the best that I can to her
Takin' her son and tryin' to be a man to him
She don't wanna pray, but I told her put her hands
She said, "Kind sir your offer's fine
But I'm afraid 'twas meant for laughter
For I see you are some rich squire's son
And I am but a poor shepherd's
the hole
Fisters on the get go, silk shirts, this is how the click roll
Strong hammers, doofy like Klitschko
And where your bitch go, surrounded by
Hahaha go head
Uh yeah
You know what I really believe
Most of our problems are caused by
A lack of empathy
The ability or I say the inability to look
you
By all means nec'sy
Get outta line while I'm stickin'
The shit right there get's messy
Caliber heavy
Ready to bust, nigga
Run 'em jewels, or your
loud!
Your ways are higher than my ways
Your love shines hope into my darkest day
My hope is anchored in your name
I've been set free by your amazing
my church cause I got caught fuckin my preacher's daughter
Menace like Dennis on the M.I.C.
You best run son, I'm sendin emcees up shit's creek
Everybody put your hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high, hands up high
Everybody put your
it's more than life
And I don't blame you
Matter of fact I blame your parents for the shit you gonna do
There's a lot of niggas under ten getting shot by
keep it real no more (put your middle finger up!)
After all the fucking shit we done been through,
All the pussy niggas we done tend to,
But it
the garbage (That's what she told me)
It's trash day son take out the garbage (That's what she told me)
Make your pathway son don't follow garbage
God will
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