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are still and untouched, showing the first signs of rot. My mother's love for me had been so strong, so consuming, she had succeeded in killing each
cock in my hand and I bear arms like John McCain but I’m no republicain, John F. Kennedy is the fucking name. Please no flash photography or you’ll here
it with me, then just say
I'm only angel to my mum
To the rest, well I'm scum
My arms would be guided by my mother
And now they are waiting for another
will be back and before long
I'll be back in the arms where I belong
The road'll be hard on a mother and child
The sky would be dark above
And I really
nobody to tie me up, gotta move this thing around
Boys ain't ****, I'm my own priority
Got my best friends on my arm and that's the mother******* tea
a liter, I light up the reefer
I'm back to charging niggas 100 a feature, yeah
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can
Needed
Mother, All I Wanted Was To Be Taken In Your Arms
Mother, All I Wanted Was To Be Given Some Love
Father, All I Wanted Was Not To Get Hit Anymore
the act
But that night you did
With my arm around her, heading straight back to the crib
Pain all in your eyes, why you had to witness this?
And now I’m
see
Before you know it I'll be home
My sister by my side
The light of your eyes
Will be back in your arms
Mama don't you cry
Be still my beating heart.
My lungs collapse in on themselves.
Your face is the last face I will see in hell.
Dead mothers can't comfort their child.
of the dearly departed
Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara
His two year old daughter T'want to
And the baby's mamma Sandra
[He's a murderer! That animal
Wild how you ducking me
I'm still plucking flowers, waiting on my chicken wings
I hope the door dash driver like to be paid in weed
That's a joke, don't
back, by blast of a mortar attack
My spider sense is tinteling
Turn around and see a house burning in the distance, ground still shakes
Another one is
platform
This is my game, and in it your all pawns
So let's tally the pros and cons
From back alley, needle tracks in your arms
To Death Valley, transformed
And niggas wanna see me dead
In my mothers arms
Ghost me, the juju man said it won't happen
I'm kicking back, polled up in the Volkswagen
All the P's that I
happened to rap? I need
To put my lyrical clip in
It’s on homie, gun clapping is back
These pop acts make me wanna pop gats
This whole shit is fucked up
Coz
To the mother of my enemy, I just killed your son
He died with his face to the sky and it can not be undone
He didn't die hard, in the end he just
and different whores
Sometimes I look in the mirror, Meek Milly that shit cold
Look at your arm, check out your neck, look at your charm
And to think my niggas
John, comes forward
With his mother Mary on his arm
Faithful to the end, she has been in the crowd
Since the trial
As they approach, she hears his
because she's providing for two kids
Besides how could i judge what i don't understand
As i stand with my sister wondering where shes at
Walls in house
samir amin
My seeds dog, gotta teach 'em that before I leave dog
Shit I know that I'ma see 'em when I leave dog
I come back in the afterlife
Like fuck
me evil Dale
I can break your mother fucking arm and twist it inside out
If you touching on my Lunchable's Capri Sun Pouch
And I'm fiending for
the bullshit
Remember arm your enemy
Then you pull quick
Dipped out Cali,
Came back snatched my son
My girl's moms and I moved out Maui
Yeah yeah
think - I just let the M1 stutter
Now I see that mother when I see his mother
Can't sleep - in my dreams I try to free that mother
Trapped in the rubble
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