Lyrics:
Laugh now, cry later as you look at the sun
If you live by the sword
You'll probably die by the gun
Laugh now, cry later
Why you hanging your head?
and segregated
Tears of the sun be my witness
The cardboard box of theirs were flattened and blown wide open
By those sadistic evil and Satan oriented Europeans
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
Nikon, eternal lives
Roman 7, there's a war up in my members
No more leaven, thank you Father
Cause my sins are not remembered
Post-confessions, man
Come up and rise, I can feel the fire burning up inside
You know I am the one, the father and the son
Look me in my eyes so you watching
Took him by
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
birth
to man.
Raped by the wind and forced to bring life to the hundred
bastard sons.
The unholy ones will give strength for all evil to live
Like colts about the waste. So Annie, now--
Have we not known each other all our lives?
I do beseech you by the love you bear
Him and his children not
or live civil and humble
The Groove'll rumble with any band, word from any land
Try to imagine they can take us, but they really can't
Brothas'll slice
(tryin' to live)
Can't get a break down here (can't seem to get a break down here)
Another black man killed by police again
Another child with a father
to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
Nona Gaye:
Oh my father, father
Backstreet Boys:
We don't need to escalate
You see war is not the answer
Plus my homeys
Sadness and Pain
I'll be glad when the rain
Wash the pain to side
And the pain subsides
In the crevices if my mind
Led by the blind
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
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
valhalla's golden halls
Northern bound to my homeland because
Destiny is all
When my father's blood is justified
My brother's spirit freed
And my children
America to protect us with the shield
But Hydra's infiltrated the shield the foe's real
Avengers assemble for civil war to infinity
Incivility against
America to protect us with the shield
But Hydra's infiltrated the shield the foe's real
Avengers assemble for civil war to infinity
Incivility against
he answers me
I heard God don't like ugly, well, take a look at my family
A different father every weekend
Before we get to meet him they break up
Seems the good times have finally come to pass
Make way for bad times, soon to cross our path
When my father was a young man, he got Mickey
to feed thy soul and keep walking by faith
Dear Lord forgive us for our sins
I know that nobody is perfect father I'm seeking for wisdom
In this world
would get better, where Timmy Turner?
Mo’ money, less problems
I cannot be this lil hoe father
Mo’ money, mo problems
If you got money then nigga go solve
down-trodden
We are denied not only civil rights but even human rights
So the only way we’re going to get some of this oppression
And exploitation away from us
to live my life, now I'm ready to die
Ready to fly, I cry, but I shed no tears
You told me you would dead those fears, it's been years
Snakes still
and waitin'
Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music, Rebel Music's on my side always (it's what I keep by my side)
Live in the ghetto,
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