Lyrics:
on the shore
For the space of seven long years or more
She spied a ship come in to the bay
With her son from far away
"Oh, Captain dear, where have ye been.
son's first shit
But who gon' pay the bills? Supply the meals? No surplus
My baby mama give me drama on the daily
Like she making it barely and my kids
Y
My code name I live by
I'ma Dad!
We ride in cars with more than 2 seats
Teach dem kids how to behave
And we them to believe
I'ma Dad!
Round da
nunca estudiando
El colegio son las calles
Colectando lengua
De las bocas no se callen
Y yo camino solo
Por que no confío nadie
Ponte trucha
Si
sadness into the quilts of
those who wish to wither in you blink as i spit gist in your mind as
you are no glistening son of mine wrestle you pawn through
Everyday to cleanse the dirt of me
And I try to get by without Your blood that covers me
And I sigh as I die with each breath eventually
And leaving no
past the physical world like Sufis
My people's was sold one-by-one like Lucy's
These niggaz got grams but no lands yo you losin me
Watch that first
"I'll be here, when you get home" I gotta call my wiz son, hold on, hold on
Don't worry bout no suprises, you don't have to phone honey come on in"
you look so sad, why don't you eat
Oh Hannah, why do you weep
Am I not more to you than a craving heart
But I am blind, I am a son of Eli
No words
in need, he's more like my next of kin
So if you, are really down with me, it means you should be down with him
It's ya man G Nat, believe that
But
that's what I call a gangsta to the fullest, shit
I'm tryin' to make more cream
By every September 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more clean as I
insane but fully aware of everything I'm frightened
All my senses are heightened astronomically more sensitized no longer desensitized deceived by lies
eyes go blind
No lie
Yo mon
Go find your tribe
Just like gold mine
Oh my
Bruce lee physique willing to clash with the titans
Grabbed by the giants
Now we traveling the world
Like a fucking orbit
Thousand dollars pair Giuseppes
No more rocking Jordans
Fully loaded Rolex for my son, Jordan
Now he
to appreciate but I deserve more
Yeah, superman supa star
Give me super fat dough like Pablo Escobar
Supa duper star
Feared by bandits hated by chicks
to appreciate but I deserve more
Yeah, superman supa star
Give me super fat dough like Pablo Escobar
Supa duper star
Feared by bandits hated by chicks
issue
Sometimes acceptance is so hard to get to
But we all equal, no one lower or above me
I love my team just as much as they love me
If not more
If
Back when
I was tripping women had tripped in my linen
Acrylic nails in my back
Something to put in these raps
Days gone by
There ain't no rhyme
acknowledge you (What's going on son?)
Step by step on this dim lit path
I gotta lead my people out of this wrath
But I'm lost and don't know if my way is
done caught me by surprise
All the sudden mesmerized
My love, My love, my love
My favorite duo, my son and my wife
Anybody come for em ima come for your
Gone on my warrior pilgrimage till September
The principles I teach my son
Be invincible up under the sun
My booth in a dojo you rappers got no flow
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
When I saw the seven wonders
It left me wanting more
I am a child of Babylon,
Lord have mercy on a wayward son
Nowhere to hide, got no place
head
To you ever again
The father
The son and
The holy ghost
Amen
Lost so much of life, every day at war
Can't win by your rules, time to even out
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