Lyrics:
One by one, load up de van, all of-a ganja it ram
Put it on a plane, the weed gaan a Spain
Money jus' a pour like rain
Me jus' a mogel up the lane in
made just to serve racists
To justify to doing to some
What couldn't be done
To others, but they all are our sons
Black or white all of our sons
Muslim,
die
A mother sobs so powerless
Nothing she can do but run away and hide
Left for dead his daughter taken from him
A father is enraged and torn
His lust
good care of you,
We saw that, by your sis, we call her Aus Queen , Aus Queen.
I remember all the drops off, you be sitting in the front seat,
None of it
I love my country
By which I mean
I am indebted joyfully
To all the people throughout its history
Who have fought the government to make right
momma washin her son or her daughter's bloodstain off the cement
Wrong place at the wrong time, infiltrators drop a dime
Mistaken identity, bullets start
the devil born him son
We dey ok, with Oluwa daughter
As true becomes pale and sicker
Colors change meaning
When blood becomes money
That was when niggaz
the stage so i can tell my own story
Growing up i had it all knew my parents very well
Both loved me and weren't disgusted by all these fairytales
That I
I'll be up all night
Still cleanin' this gun
Son, now y'all buckle up and have her back
By te... let's say about 9:30
Drive safe
seed"
That's how we keep Carter money all in the family
You see, my father, son of a preacher man
Whose daughter couldn't escape the reach
Illinois
His daughter was his jewel; his son was just his boy
For thirty years he worked the mills and stoked the coke-fed fires
And looked toward the day
to prison After living by the gun
I can put my pride aside all her life I’ll protect her
Your daughter never ask for the fucked up cards you delt her.
Viola
Married to cndrew
c master trainer
Son-in-law
cnd the place
Born as “Van Buskirk's”
Grew up into
“Camp DeGraw”
cndy Junior
Daughter cnn
cnd their
as usual
Gripping on my deuce deuce
Either way a lose lose
All I need is one mic
Razor blades, gun fights
Grew without no sun light
Understand sons
Haters are generators yeah
I get power from my haters yeah
Empower me to make the paper yeah
Thanks for making me greater
I'm empowered by all these
For all His sons & daughters
Washed and purified in the blood
The perfect price of all mankind
This covenant is for you and me
No longer bound by guilt
is on the floor
Poor deadly man
Will die by crucifixion
(chorus)
Poor deadly man
The son, the lord of all
Schizo
His blood is on the floor
Poor deadly
or your daughter
What would you do
If you felt powerless and afraid
And everyday
All you do is pray
Pray you make it home in one piece
And may the Lord keep
Its coming to ya
We all win in one race of conscious rulers
You my brother like my mother's son
Uh you my sister like my father's daughter
Whether
We all win in
One race of
Conscious rulers
You my brother like my mother's son
Uh you my sister like my father's daughter
Whether African or African
and your greed
But we’re going to our slaughter, As Ireland’s sons and daughters
Our blood will only water freedom’s seed
The Brits said kill them all since
well is in miles
And from the village even going school is buried in trials
So if you didn't then it's normal cos your family's poor
And that Nigerian
up I think I'll tell you what I saw
The day your daughter Ellie and the judge's son went swimmin' in the raw
Is that supposed to be a party what you
strengths.
All to obsessed by weakness
we have brought ourselves to meaninglesness.
So easy to control, bring to harm.
A gathering of fools unjustified,
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