Lyrics:
worship the sun
But the streets gonna tell you
Always carry ya gun
The outcome is single black moms Burrying sons.
Aint nothing new
We need to do
Shit
you dare taste it with me?
Son of the moon
Daughter of the sun
My self is vanishing
In the ether
All in one, we feed the fire
All in one, we feed
brought to you by that new water
I been going harder since my brother had his daughter
Make me realize that I'm 30 and not a father
Ugh
So many runners up
I
shit
You got the Max, that's all you will get
There's a misconception that rappers are fucking criminals (uh)
Sitting through these sessions of people
of ignorance we got to get over
Pass generational wealth to our son and daughters
No forty acres and a mule that they promised us
And they give all the wealth
my mum and my dad
But most of all, I gotta give thanks onto the most high JAH
I'm 28 I see my life so clear
With you by my side I don't have no fear
I
to win
Never gon' take no losses, the bitch I teach lessons
I ain't gotta show 'em again, everybody in this Netw0rk gone' get blessed tested
We moving in
your way into oblivion
Sons and daughters, the ill and the blind
Pissant thieves you're all out of mind
Those at the front and far behind
Bit by bit you
choir of angelicals Praise to the Holiest in the height, And in the depth be praise: In all His words most wonderful Most sure in all His ways! angel
the sugar.
They are powerless to console.
We've gathered here to sprinkle ashes
From our late friend's cereal bowl.
Breakfast Clubbers, say the motto
That he
Chorus
We are called, yes, we are one!
Hearts surrendered to God's own Son.
There's a mission for one and all.
For we are one, and we are called.
Abba Father, I thank you so much for setting us free from all our sins
You are King, in Jesus' mighty name, Amen
We couldn't have found our path if
fingers
Pockets gettin' fatter (uh)
Nigga, we gettin' greater
I'm the son of a saint (mm)
Still considered a sinner (ha)
Three rings on his finger
becomes
Of our daughters and our sons
Sisters and our brothers
All our loved ones
We got a duty of care
To look out for one another
And not to turn our back
the hungry ones
May we not pass by when the naked cry
For a coat or a quarter or a little bit of time
May our sons in youth, be firm in their roots
May our
the hungry ones
May we not pass by when the naked cry
For a coat or a quarter or a little bit of time
May our sons in youth, be firm in their roots
May our
Its strength in numbers
Our sons counting on us
Babies killing babies
In a rush to grow up
Babies having babies
In a rush to grow up
We can wait
I'm trying to live like a short guy on a fast break only ball and layup
I got my wifey my daughter and got my son in here
Build them a future I ain't
Of a girl who came home late
"Come in, my daughter
The night's grown cold and dark for hours
Closer, my daughter
What kind of trouble are you bringing
in her bedroom
Every time when my friends com to the house
Well we on our way to the old folk home
Yes
That no good son of said did you say you are
it was the best
And at night And at night when I lain upon your breast
All I could think was damn son how we'd been blessed
Turn me on
Try me
Bricks
You'd swear you was fly and how we bring so much turbulence
I keep your nervous level high nigga
You better kiss your son and daughter, tell em
you was fly and how we bring so much turbulence
I keep your nervous level high nigga
You better kiss your son and daughter, tell em bye nigga
When we
Ugh, come on
Feel me, yes
Shame on us, on your sons and your daughters
Thieve all your gold and we poisoned all your waters
Every piece of our
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