Lyrics:
and Queens Nations
We live by Faith and not by sight
We clap and sing for Jesus reigns
We are champions for the kingdom
We're sons and daughters of Zion
We're
and rejoice
For the love that He has given us all
Children of God, by the blood of His Son
We have been redeemed and we can be called
Children of God
be living by that sword, but you could die by the gun
I stack until I could provide, to have a daughter or son
Fuck your man that nigga a bitch, ain’t
eyes
Condemn their sons to Hades
And Gehenna is full of guys, alive and well
But there ain't no hell for a fire-watcher's daughter
the banksta'z, bring it on through (Black banksta'z)
Fuck who you knew, son in your booth, my nizzle what the fuck you gon' do
Material untaxable, so any trap
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
cheating
Upon receipt of your son
And daughter's scores
You may find him or her to be more than
Apt above average in kind
Ofwell the following i want my
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
the Hardaway
If it's all work when do me and my kids play
It ain't magic I had to get that penny the Hardaway huh
For your sons and your daughters
What have you
damn I'm only tryin' to help.
? stinging the hunt
The hunt dispatched a pack of wild dog silhouettes,
All sulking by the skyline, focused with
he worked the land
By the sweat of his brow, the callus of the his hand
Couldn't do it by himself naw his kids had to help
All nine, all day, all
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
up at the Texaco, now
What you call that? You went in pain
How I get in it wit' you? I'm wit' all that
Shoulder strap wit' a suppressor, MAC-11
Fall
to a daughter
I can be ya role model
Hey I can be ya role model
Life ain't all about the club poppin' bottles
For what you need, gotta learn how to follow
kids take care your sons and your daughters
Used to be whipping and hanging the slaves, now its lock em up sit boy behave
Old folks say end up in jail
steer the snap, they even shot up your grain
Spend it all (uh-uh), save it all (uh-huh)
See the laws run from, stand still dump son
It's Christmas time
No hope
Gave the future no hope
For my son’s and daughter’s
Deep in that zone
I was deep In that zone
Pushing that water
Shipping them boats
I was
You gotta remember this ain't no hit and no run
I'm wifey material, future mom to your daughter or son
I'm cooking ya dinner, washing ya clothes
Like
Distorted truths that they taught us
We rebelled, then fought us
We conformed, then they formed us
Now y'all niggas rhyming 'bout material possessions
My
like diamonds
In the love of a daughter
Worth more than all the gold in the world
And they say that a son
Is the pride of a father
But my heart
up at the Texaco, now
What you call that?
You in the paint, now I get in wit' you
I’m wit' all that
Shoulder strap wit' a suppressor, MAC-11
Fall back
This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son
I dedicate these words to you and all the other children
Affected by the mass incarceration in
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