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Kid
On a downhill skid like father like son

Now I got out of prison 'bout a year ago
Seven long years really went by slow
I didn't kill my daddy
hand me down

Now I had my fair share of these women
But they came between me and my suit
There was a filly from Boston, a barmaid from Houston
Not
one more time
Some say this way of life is done
But not for my father's son 

Three Generations
Before I ever came
Cut back these timbers
And bet their
I'd come for
She said "I'm sorry son but no one by that name lives here anymore"

My father's house shines hard and bright
It stands like a beacon
possess.
Well I never complained, because my father said,
"son you get your chance before you're my age".
Then he took me upstairs and gave me this suit
my story, and who I'd come for 
She said "I'm sorry, son, but no one by that name lives here anymore" 

My father's house shines hard and bright 
It
I'd come for
She said "I'm sorry son but no one by that name lives here anymore"

My father's house shines hard and bright
It stands like a beacon
from me
So shall it be written
So shall it be done

Watching, waiting
Staring at the Son
Not even knowing
Who you are

Three hours have gone by
and who I'd come for
She said "I'm sorry, son, but no one by that name lives here anymore"

My father's house shines hard and bright
It stands like a beacon
fired by the gray man 
With shaky hand 
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back 
So-called Friend runs for door 
Leaves First Son
me a small stone that he received from his father. 
This stone was brought from earth by our early ancestors over three hundred years ago,
Since
For a time such as this 
We've been born, we've been blessed
Long before time began 
We were in the Father's plan
By His love, by His will
He
writing, the mic fighting, respect me
I'm from where it get down, machete your mother
Snatch your brother, scrap you down
You know the deal, when we do
the mic fighting, respect me
I'm from where it get down, machete your mother
Snatch your brother, scrap you down
You know the deal, when we do this,
I am his son but not your kin from now till judgement day
The father clasped the black sheep's hand and they all heard him say
Don't be angry with me
at last turn 65
And could retire

And the sons become the fathers
And the daughters will be wives
As the torch is passed from hand to hand
And we
Uh, I puts it down
Uh, 1, 2, 3

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Am I the purest of them all?
Am I the one to ease the pain?
Make them fall to they
I never will forget my love anachie

Down came her father and he's standing by the door
Saying jeannie you're trying the tricks of a whore
You care
"I'm sorry, son, but no one by that name lives here anymore"

My father's house shines hard and bright
It stands like a beacon calling me in the night
because"

[Chorus]
And that day
The brotherhood between the three brothers
No longer existed
And their story lives
By themselves
Days are years
And I never will forget my love Annachie.

Down came her father and he's standing at the door
Saying Jeannie you are trying the tricks of a whore
You
And I never will forget my love Annachie.

Down came her father and he's standing at the door
Saying Jeannie you are trying the tricks of a whore
You
fired by the gray man 
With shaky hand 
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back 
So-called Friend runs for door 
Leaves First Son
down the Nile
Plague
Darkness three days long, hail to fire

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be
down the nile
Plague
Darkness three days long, hail to fire

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be