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Yeah, Vitality, man Listen, living life by the ending of a string
I'm strung out, people playing me for a balance Floating, I accumulate malice
Been

done
When he walks out of the door
On his black jacket is her blonde hair
And her Chanel perfume, as well
But by this point in the night he's gotten used

other
We all human beings
What's the point of the colour
I have a dream
I have a wish
I feel like
Every poor person
Should be rich
I feel like
I should

bitch ass provoking all de stress
YA'OH still watching over
Even though sometimes
We don't feel blessed.

Nah man a nuh me

Mom
Say a prayer fah yuh son

Percocet and Adderall, man, I could walk on water
I got a son, his name Jaylen and he want all your daughters
I'm a landmine, got this by a landslide, I'm

And all the host of them by the breath of His mouth
That's Psalm 33 verse 6

The number of days in our lives has a set margin
We were brought about by His

the vaults you thieve with lies
The government just stands on by and smiles
Well you throw out the poor while you bail out the rich
Bailout the rich while you

us recklessly and
I will be your poor boy
Waiting by your balcony
Underneath a blanket with a key
I'll unlock your universe and set you free
Your

WcR

W cR
What has the world become? 
The poor man is the native son
We are  born to win
Never to lose
, but the rich man smiles 
With his devilish

swords as we forge borders 
And want more for our sons and daughters
We close doors, change course to uncharted waters, it's martial law 
We taking over

dads, sons, daughters, friends, neighbours and co-workers. We will honour them by becoming the people and the nation we can and should be. So I ask you

The Damm

Goodie Mob

Still Standing

1998

in the sea
Of Goddesses, from the SWAT it is
A poor playa with skills to build nations of people
Not giving a fuck bout no color, we all brothers

Ghetto Cowboy

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Greatest Hits [Chopped and Screwed]

2004

The name is Krayzie, big bad ass bone,
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole,
Along with some cash I even took the mayor's daughter,
Now that

Ghetto Cowboy

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

The Collection, Vol. 2

2000

Krayzie, big bad ass bone,
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole,
Along with some cash I even took the mayor's daughter,
Now that there's kidnap, but

The Rooster

OutKast

Speakerboxxx/The Love Below

2003

throw the covers back and peek out of the draperies
My daughter, my baby, my baby mama all escaping me
In the wind, she was my friend
Like Princess Di

to focused on the past
Staying in the present its the only thing that matters
Ima have the last laugh when it's all said and done
For my daughters and my sons

loved...
more than all the entire world,
and his greatest happiness was to surround her with splendour.
After several years...
Shariar became very

of the father
Falls to the son
And to the daughter
Whose will, still
Will not be done

Oh, the wind will never remember
All the ruins, swept away
The sea will

dress you

Do all I can girl
For my respect you
Be by yourside
Mek nor body nor molest you

Baby for you sake
Ah de waka under rain
Ah de ol you leke eg

not until I gotta gun
40 caliber up on me, it'll hit you or you run
All these pussy ass niggas, either daughters or my sons
Try to run up on my shorty,

picked the right woman to be by your side  A good wife she will be 
And seeing you smile while taking her hand well it means the world to me 

Daughter's

on this Land
Nay never to far gown, to get touched, Now that's just how it is
That love of His, descending on down, and Healing all of His
Abba Father, sons

a lot of angels, I know Mack was a saint
The universe in terror over me
How you expect me to believe it's all powerless to me
The devil show cowardice

left of hope
This is the
Plead song of all your reconciled sons
This extra mile runs
A long way from home
With eyes swollen
Allegiances
Born battered