Lyrics:
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
the bodies home
But the terror ain’t over
Son’s of fathers
And grandfather’s of our father’s son’s
How we gonna win when we ain’t even ONE
All lives matter
But
(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
love so far away
Do you think of me I think of you
A rose bloomed out a broken home
Forgiveness reigns from all my soul
I'm alive live live live live
takes up the pounding of the enemy forward positions…
War Correspondent 3:
And as the shells screamed down and the walls collapsed in gray powder around
there's nothin' proven yet
Try going to a women's shelter
There isn't one nearby?
It shut down? Well, sorry, I can't help ya
Well, don't try and live with
and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in city hall and take
to jubilate,
For us to celebrate (celebration) burn by fire,
They we burn by fire*3
Hallelujah!!!!!
Child OF GOD bend down and dance,
Celebration has come,
It
Plot Summary for
Pieces of a Dream (2005)
The uniquely intertwined lives of four kindred souls:
a priest, a single mother,
her teenage son
feel it y'all?
Rather see we in a three-by-three structure with many bars
Leave us where we are so they can play among the stars
They taking off
wanna hear about my everyday
I wake up, I wake my son up, then I feed him
And lead him into his carseat
Drive up the street down to Target
Don't do
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
through any pervert that lives, keep the family safe
Dear baby girl
I'm sorry that your father not active inside your world
He don't commit to much but
your father was a figure
'Cause my uncle was my father and my father was my nigga
And my mother so proud 'cause his son is gettin' bigger
I took time
to see her one son get loud
Flip on a sucker! - And bow to the crowd!
Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4,
Live in action, guaranteed
because"
[Chorus]
And that day
The brotherhood between the three brothers
No longer existed
And their story lives
By themselves
Days are years
Yeah
Yo, son, you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, I got a new, yo, niggas don't even know, son
Yo, check
Yeah
Yo, son, you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, I got a new, yo, niggas don't even know, son
Yo, check
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
3
All black shades like Eazy E
Said I need a plan B, they ain't believe in me
I'ma kick down the door this a B&E
My father was a gangsta, that's the G
stay close to me
She could never live with herself
If she had to
Live with the ghost of me
And that's some rhythm and poetry
Look man I touched down in
road to the Father's door
Only way to the Father through the Father's Son who bled on the cross
He's the way, He's the truth and He's the life
Nobody
of Dundag
After three little feckers
And a life you could not better
The ol' lad took to buildin' on
A little piece of land
Down by the lakes of Killarney
No I'm not myself no more
Why should I walk through the door
I said one, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four get through the door
I'm just tired of all
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