Lyrics:
upon the wind
Glory to One
God’s murdered son
Who paid for my resurrection
Once from the dust, once from the grave
Daughters and sons from
Rolly on my arm let me get my swagger back
Jesus on my charm: "Amen to that"
Laid back in the Maybach 57 or 62
Floating down the coast in
daughter
The Mayor of Candor tried
To take her across the water
What a thing to do to a young man in love
What a thing to do to your daughter.
One
not the end of the world"
"And there and then and bathed by the rising sun
My son in his grave, in his rude-dug grave I deposited
Ending my vigil
come from
As sweet as the morn, they were just saying :
"Son, Hey, there's work to be done among coffins and bones"
Then all over the years, buried
Muddy water runnin' through my veins
Doesn't matter all the hell I'm raisin'
The Holy Spirit still carries me
Brought up by the sons and daughters
and Wesson in this mothafucka
Right now Greg Nice in this mothafucka
Right now LS in this mothafucka
Right now Baby Jesus And The All Star's
Right now 2Pac
To all my peoples locked down comin back to life
In the world once again though ya bid was trife
While you was gone, we was goin to war and even more
Saw
So they gathered their sons and
Their daughters and armed them
And sent them find Nordak
Off they all sought him
They climbed up the mountain
And swam
hold my thoughts this Is misleading
Surrender, there Is no treaty. Throat gets tighter (stop breathing)
Alone and prone By phone screaming, crying In
still movin'
Like, "Nigga, this my daughter, tell me what we doin'"
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I make somebody son cry
I can't see it
Don't feel sorry for me
You will
You'll be buried with me
Coward
Too afraid to face me
In war
Slaughtered
The son's and daughter's in cold blood
Throught
than you FUCK THEM ALL... don't judge me by my words
I rather die by the truth, than dying in lying (don't mind the ruthers) CoviD 19 money making
Sagas speak of deeds undying
Daughters, sons, all clad in verve
Zestful, Odin’s words resounding
As the Vǫlva parts her lips to serve
Peerless
mother, go dig my grave
And make it deep and narrow
Young Bill died, for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow
They buried Barb in the old churchyard
They
of all that's said and done
The forgotten son
This city's buried in defeat
I walk along these no name streets
Wave goodbye to all
As I fall...
shenanigans
Spoiled by His love apple of the Lord's eyes
Got me feeling like a bald eagle kinging in the sky
I've got a testimony like an operation scar
for what they believe and to do life God's way let's go)
Sons and daughters are rising up no more conforming we've had enough right now it's just
Yeah, I be talkin' to the dead homies
I hear voices in my head tellin' me who phony
Run up on me, nigga, you gon' see
God's son, so you know, for me,
As I'm buried in the ground
Why?
I'll pray not for your valor, your force, or your honor
Not for the treasures of your sons and daughters
For I've seen
burns like acid
I'm a complete analyzer of your entire eye
Gave ya the tone to tour, to walk on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie
thoughts no well wishing/
I'm in my prime I'm in my early 30's/
In the head I'm 730 like 7 curry's/
You'll be effin buried with my Mic cuz the weapons dirty/
And at the age of seventeen he was the father of a son,
At the age of eighteen, his grave had all grown green;
And the death put an end to his growing.
I'll
affirmed when you raised Him
When bones didn’t rot in the grave that contained Him
The stone rolled away by the angels who praise Him
‘Cause death couldn’t
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