Lyrics:
you bout the marks
He bore on the cross
Is you bout the marks
He bore on the cross like that
Our Father who art in heaven
How It be Thy Name
Thy
you bout the marks
He bore on the cross
Is you bout the marks
He bore on the cross like that
Our Father who art in heaven
How It be Thy Name
Thy
heart
They see these marks and they understand
The truth in the heart of the far off man
The enemies can't hear them
Said Sequoia's father, "Son
They
doesn't want him
To take up his father's sword
Force himself to ignore the past
Back when revenge was all he swore
But he will defend his only son
If he's
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
People, not myself yeah
Jesus Christ Reigns, Son of God and the Father is The Head
I can't do this by myself yeah
Correct me if I'm wrong, I don't wanna
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
is in His church and His blood is consecrated
He is coming to get us surely I trust in His patience
The Son was crucified
The Father laid down His
the Kush bottled up (up)
.40 Cal, pal, you can get hollowed up (doot-doot)
If you ain't talkin' 'bout money, homie then that's cheap chatter (ha)
I'm
truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.
See there! a son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his
comes with its perfected sons
He will be known by the scars
For a time He sought to tell the world He was the Way
That God the Father had a human
guillotine's took flight, snatch heads, brought them back
Before they can blast, one gun, half a cal., he was done
One fourth was blinded by reflection
and a blue one for me
Another red pass sit's menacingly
On the bench
The clerk doesn't mention my father's absence
I copy my mother and clip my pass
to Face cause that's my father
Ain't talking to Bun cause that's my uncle
Ain't talking to Kast cause them ma partners
Ain't talking to Jigga cause
Im coming out the waters
Rolling in the fire
Let the fire be lit
Rolling with my bestfriends Father Son and Holy Ghost
Holy Ghost
We blessed going
(Yeah mane, this for all the street talkin' and bullshitin)
I thought I did good by shedding light to the hood
But yall niggas still hoes (a, I did
taking off, on the mark I'm a go
Yeah I made up my mind
I'm too close to give in, I'm too close to my time
I'm covered by grace
So I'm changing the pace,
doesn't know what he's talking and you're listening to him..
Hey... I know... go do your chores..
That school was built by my grandfather ....
Also, our son
I’m from where babies crying
Mamas screaming
Keep that five by side whenever I’m leaving
Mama said speak to a deacon
Cause I'm a demon
Only way
trust in you?
You set us apart O marvelous Father
Redeemed from earth your sons and daughters
You keep us protected in your hands
By the Law of Moses
nigga fasho
Had a rida by yo side now you gone die fo me shalom
God, the Father of mercies
Through the death and resurrection of his Son
Has reconciled
Yes.
Yes.
My lil shortys gonna be a thug.
Father like son, like son like dad.
My family all into makin this cash.
Shorty's gonna be a thug.
Like
This little story starts when I was a 10 years old boy
And my father said to me
"Son, you're gonna catch me that chicken, ain't she fat!
Yes, we're
of dawn
I'm the Biz Mark, and I'm a sure shot
All of a sudden, you you you you..
I got a friend by the name of Charlie
Charlie got a wife by the name
.png/220px-Father_and_Son_(song).png "The Father and the Son")
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