Lyrics:
three
Centimeters outward past where
Her eyes end her eyelashes are even and
Delicate, like wisps from a dandelion
And I can't recall if I've ever seen
they thinking how we get this far?
We was just down by three and they thought we took a loss
They couldn't deem me like Earl Boykins, I'm sticking soft
the Pimp be, that nigga gon' speak his mind
If he could speak down from heaven he'd tell me stay on my grind
Tell him I'm doin fine, Obama for mankind
We
a son redundant and drunk
Benaz tried stopping from shoving
Her mum around
So now he beats her like it makes him proud
The fat lips meant she had to quit
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
to excell (yes oo),
Hallelujah,(amen)
(Burn)*6 ( burn them)*4
From my father's side,
From my mother's side,
From the side we married,
(Burn by fire)*3
were having a son
Their lives could not have been better
And they had only just begun
Together they arrived early at the hospital
3 stories, 3 hearts, 3 lives lost
Please Father, Please Mother, Please My God
Change this broken nation
Cuz it's spilling all our blood!
Give us
his son was watch
She caught in the kitchen pretend whipping them post again
Like father like son
The cork don’t fly far from the bottle
Constantly
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday
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
to live
I couldn't stand no more, but the crucified did
He was sent from heaven to free slaves
That's a debt we won't ever be able to repay
He was dead for
was wrong, he said
My son come back to where you belong
Its just a love note from a Father to his sons
And to Him, we could never do no wrong
And that’s
got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where
got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where
the pimp be, that nigga gon' speak his mind
If he could speak down from heaven, he tell me stay on my grind
Tell him I'm doin' fine, Obama for mankind
We
started pacing in anger by what they did to my brother
Why can't we live in a world where we all love one another
Why them crackers always thinking that
maybe
I fall short but my faith stretch. For God, I go crazy
(Hook)
Overflow
Father, Son, & Holy Ghost
Overflow
Father, Son, & Holy Ghost
Overflow
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
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
forgiven
It even made me run far away from him
But anytime I fell down and I called on him
He was there for me
My name is K3ndrick and I'm with the 3
Father
(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
Like cake batter by any means, son
We make your face splatter word life
I never understood the broke type
Thinkin' back then when I hustled
My first
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