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soul
Stay instrumental in your children's growth give up the club love drugs to keep stackin' that dough
Ask big mama the system Tai Tamaa greedy vulture

name was Jesus, 
The living Son of God
He paid the highest price 
For all our sins, 
A ransom for our souls 

Verse 2 

Baptised by John the Baptist,

missed her enough by now" she'd say

His father learned a lesson that way

Instrumental of chorus

Yah he was her son as well as the law
Her loving son

my kingdom will be forever green
Mama used to cry tears of pain now she cry joyfully
'Cause her son shine like he supposed to be
'Cause her son shine

Well, I was raised by a ‘shiner in a God-fearing dry county.
and Mean Old Whisky, Lord, fed my family in our time of need.
And townspeople knew it,

My name is Reginald Lafayette Bullock (Thomas/Mack). Son of cnnie Marie Bullock-Pompey and son of a father whom I've never met, cllen Mack. On my

Made for This

Ghostface Killah

No Mountains in Manhattan

No Da Vinci Codes, death comes from being curious
I ain't playin son, rap is detrimental
Knowledge is power, let loose on the instrumental
Made for

angel came;
And unto certain shepherds
Brought tiding of the same;
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by name.

O tidings of comfort and joy,

Suspended in Time

Group Home

Hip Hop with R&B Flava

1998

Son started in Brooklyn and you all know that
I call you son for a reason
That means nothing can come between us
When we walk this beat lyrics do

like a nomad
Feeling lost without his son this was the one and then we done
I know it's all bad now
If I'd had known
I'd been by the door
And you'd be

Now watch me glide through instrumentals like an electric guitarist
First, listen close, to each different instrument
Then, See which hits hardest

match syllables over my instrumentals
But can't nobody match this narrative
Adolescence wasted tryna fit in
But I wasn't even 10 when I was corrupted by

and got you slippin'
Another victim, don't know what's hit them through his spinal
Just another man who defeated by survival
That's your biggest rival,

Just Kids

Mat Kearney

Just Kids

2015

on
My high-school walls
But I just disappeared
Into the darkroom hall
Never thought I'd ever
Make it quite this far
Teacher put up my photographs
Say "son

no one knows
My head anointed with oil, I'm royal, my cup, it overflows
That's word to father, son, and holy ghost
This life's a trip and I'm just

relaying them pages I stained in my cave alone
Save the soul, like son of man, I'm the son of Shane & a cut above any son of gun, that be chucking shade

Dressed to impress girl
Now watch me throw on my fit
Press the red button honey
Im'a blow up the kids like I'm head hunting
So come get destroyed by

to weather the storm
It's just a part of the game
Dear mama, they blocking your son (sun) like visors and blinds
These artists quick to lose the things I'm

Mama's Bible
Written by Melvin Knoblett

Intro    


I remember seeing Mama in that old oak rocking chair
Beside the table where her Bible was laid.

especially if she got a fat ass in some Gucci slips
I look around my city, all I see is fucking pain
niggas doing drive by's and they don't even gotta aim

haters gonna make me better
FAKERS, faking me out? God's greater
BREAKERS, broken but molded by the maker
TRADERS, trading my pain yall clever
I got few,

Yeah
Aqui Grifos
En el microfono
Chido1 en la instrumental, en el remake
De California Love de Tupac RIP
Dicen: Que hablo en códigos
Que asta el

with PayUp! and I'm
Still playing the same Game
Living life from a reel, this is such a movie
It's dead quiet I just
Let the instrumental speak
I close

Come to the river
Come to the river
Come to the river and love, my son
Come to the river, it will wash away
Everything you've ever done
And all your