Lyrics:
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
Chokeslammed to the ground by God himself
I thought I told you to rap battle the em
Ugh can I have your attention please
Fan the fire of redemption
"Don't do what I've done, go out son and claim your prize"
"Stay out from under the hand of the man". That was his best advice
I've got a gypsy heart
exempt.
Aryan man awake, How much more will you take, Turn that fear to hate, Aryan man awake.
Can you see how they lie to warp your daughter's minds?
You made it by yourself this far
But you don't gotta shine alone anymore
Cause when you find your place in the stars
The universe opens the door
In front of the door
We’re waiting for more
Can you feel my heartbeat?
I see you
I want you
By the fireplace
The flames caress your face
I want you
grinding to the day they put me in a body bag me
To give my kids a future that I never had
When you serve a pluck by your daughter and you don't feel no
Da da da da da
As sons and daughters
We're coming to our Father
Knowing every word You say is true
You're the one who is able
You seat us at Your
it's an art
Bringing up the two step on the boundary line
Gangster on the corner
What you order? I think a bit more
Cause you got three daughters who
tell a soul
Now for your daughters you will take a stand
And for your sons you'll show them how to be a man
Woman
Strong and fragile
As it unravels
you eyes
Disillusion, father figure let cruelty be their mother tongue
Sons and daughters, bred to slaughter, give no quarter
This family
Park until it got dark
And found lil' shot up Jordan they found your body parked in the car
I know you watching over your son from up above in
come for di crown)
Believe, believe
(Nah)
Okay (kyuh), Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo' with your girl, she
bullets in your gun
But it might put a stray bullet in your son
Daughters, uncles, aunts
Friends and loose ends
Becomes tangled up when it comes undone
at the Freaker's Ball
[ horns ]
No hairs and long hairs kissin' each other mother with
daughter son with mother
Smear my body up with butter and take me
the wrist is colder
The same night you was hating I had your bitch come over
Workout your body, you feeling it in your core
Copped the whole collection,
the walls while you bugging her up
I'll do your girl like this beat, straight fucking it up
Y'all niggas nothing to us, this feels like nuttin' to us
Son
You left me your promises
Said look to the son
And go follow him
Said the fear of me
Is where knowledge is
And I'll never leave
That's what your
power in the name of Jesus, power
In the name of Jesus Christ
God's only Son, in whom I trust
With all my heart and soul and mind, today
Lord in Your
the fathers who in silence
Shedding a tear that no one sees
Crying out for their sons and daughters
"Lord, please send them home to me"
I will pray for you,
a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny
So guard your girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son
Fila fam, illa players, Killa Cam is still the man
Uptown
the fence ooh the odora
Anita place me your order, slow your speed down
Buyin' food for your daughter
Stan Smiths, handlin' whips, grapple pits, travel fox
son
I feel your warm hand
There is a soft wind blowing
I'm the one, the one and only son
I feel your candid hand
There is a soft wind blowing
I'm
your son
(to be called your son, to be called..)
I'm just a sinner
Opposite of a winner
And I'm hungry, ain't got nothing for dinner
Come December I'll
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