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thankful
Oh Jah am thankful
For all the blessings
come from mama
And those ones that come from papa
And Mc9ja...
(Uhn!)
Thankful
I am thankful
2020 no easy

a thicket pa didn't say much until he laid his hand on a oak by the rut. He said son appreciate all we got god gives life and life is what we got 
This right

Family Tree

Keith Whitley

Sad Songs & Waltzes

1982

Papa lazed in a county rest home
And Mama lives on a rich man's farm
Sister moved in with a stranger
And here I am in another [?]

[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking]

Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?


(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm

on our separate ways 
And the familiar pain of our mothers' broken hearts 
Is felt once again 
By the sons of the ones who take to the road 
When

timeline, rich nigga timeline (rich nigga, go, rich nigga, uh)
Rich nigga timeline, ye ain't live your life like mine (nah, no)
Rich nigga timeline, rich

nuh, nuh, nuh nuh)
Only speaking to your heart (uh)
On this day, I'm tackling issues of broken home and absentee fathers (uh)
The greatest battle

911

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

West Koasta Nostra

2003

up
Illusions are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks
If you take a fuckin' minute to think about what you've done
When you stood against

as fuck
I’m still wealthy as fuck
I’m still wealthy as fuck
In this life
They tell u live like
Ya bizz Markee
On shopping spree
But u ain't get them samples

we know we will win

Gotta lay our lives down
And stand up for the truth we've found
Gotta let the redeemed of the Lord say so


Sometimes we're

of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San

I hope I never show it
My pain is only growing
I put it into motion
Then I lose my focus
A happy home can be broken
At an arcade with no tokens
And,

Nothing like a mother love
Mama it was you alone 
Still we never had a broken home
A said nothing like a madda love 
Nothing like a mother love
Mommy

Where I live is God's own country
Though it's dirtier and poorer
Than he planned broken windows, broken lives
Jobless husbands, weeping wives

It may

pegado un tiro
My little brittle broken home (Broken home)
Means the world to me
And everyone that lives inside (Lives inside)
You're the reason that I

incasin,

But it ain't no home invasion, then I'm left replacin, the parts that you've broken or taken, now I'm left rephrasing,

Who do you think you're

There's a girl who lives in the high country
Who lives on tea and dreams
And I know that she does not love me
But she plays the game so well

Sit by my side

My papa was my hero, I was always by his side
And when I acted out of pocket
He would always let it slide
I can't say all the time
I took a couple

the days go by
She runs out of places to hide
Erases all the damages with soap

They have nowhere else left to go
Descendants of a broken home 
Unheard,

Manipulate your soul leave your screws loose
Tear apart your home
Leave you broken and bleeding
Before they leave you all alone
Let them die with their demons

of the human desease
Let my spirit fly
Unfold my soul

No one ever told me
What it's like to be
All alone and broken
Far away from home

But the ones I fought

of a life that will never be
Still I sit in a room alone by myself no one to turned to No one to help

You left us to live with your parents so Frail and old

through
Face truth, make due of the worst
Take one just to live by the second, know for sure
Shh, for sure, by the third
I swear I knew but by

comin back home
Lifestyles of the sick and brainless see, in a room packed out still by my lonely
Don't cry you keep your sympathies, bands and some