Lyrics:
can blame it on hate or blame it on guns
But mamas ain't supposed to bury their sons
Left a hole in her heart and it still ain't done
The bullet
among my two sons and daughter
so I pray to God just for tomorrow
In lieu of the drama I move my momma
but the poverty's prolonging the pain
plugging my
That's why I stay up in the trap, to show a different way of liven
Jesus, Defeated the Grave, ta free us from the prison
Son of Man, can show ya how to be
know that my niggas ain't have to die
And I'm far from finished
I am fueled by the power of all their spirits
I dabble in drugs but I'm still coherent
I
and buried, a long time ago
They are all the same, just part of the show
We make it great, and we built it back
As we dig our grave, theres none left to save
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
By the school gates
But now he dumps her dead in a suitcase
Buries her in the garden with no
Mark on the youth's grave
They call police, say she just
we only have love
We can melt all the guns
And then give the new world
To our daughters and sons
If we only have love
With our arms opened wide
Then
at morning roll call
Never claimed by wife or son
Buried at the prison cemetery
Next to 26951
Now the prison burned and was torn away
A single corner stands
eating dirt
Being buried alive
Put to death by surprise in
The name of black gods
Ain't I most fly? Young pie don't cry
Dry the tears from your eye
Shall Pay!!!
I Kill You All...
Die, By The Blood Of The Gods
By The Blood On My Sword...
You Sleep In Hell
Die, Die, Die!
away
Betrayed by all you trust
And by those you've praised
Where truth lies buried in unmarked graves
Hush now mother don't dare explain yourself to me
fuck wit me, but she ain't fuckin me
It's like I'm a sissy by making everyone run from me
And I sit and watch them leave
'Cause I wanna see y'all
I was surrounded by pain
I was buried in the darkness all around me
I was content with my chains
Just like a prisoner with no desire to break free
as thirsty
In death as he was when alive.”
Now he's buried out in the back yard
His stone's got a cross on the top
But by moonlight it looks
Like a bottle o'
For all the money in the world.
I'd never trade my daughter Toya
For all the money in the world.
I'd never trade my only boy
For all the money in
I'd sell my only daughter
To rid myself of all this birdie shit.
Birds that don't care they'll poop anywhere
They'll poop in your hair even on Linda
But if you don't know, uh
Millions on the wall in all my rooms
Niggas couldn't fuck with my daughter's room
Niggas couldn't walk in my daughter's
your privilege
We are the sons and the daughters
Of centuries of history that you buried
Under heavy mountains of greed
These aren't riots, the greater
We spawned from muddy water
Floods that took sons and daughters
Coal mines broke and toxified the streams
Asbestos suffocates students dreams
99 left
and cockroaches get chewed
My knife cuts your cranium open to get to your brain for food (Tasty!)
You get buried in dry mud when you suffocate in the high flood
we conquered that grave ain't for me
Alright I know what to do
I know
It's eternal, my legacy eternal
We in the business of winning, taking L's for me
and have some fun
I'll see you when you get back
Bet I'll be up all night
Still cleanin' this gun
Son, now y'all buckle up and have her back
By te...
Your body buried in a tomb
The world was hopeless, we needed You
Your life was given as our sacrifice
Your blood was spilt on the cross
The ransom
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