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father for the things I did to live
Yeah, I love these streets, but it don’t love me
I love this streets, but it don’t love me
I love these streets, but it

So may the frost take before I make a regrettable mistake 
Father winter, 
Grant me Loki's frost 
So I might live.
Trickster now entangle them in

Somebody Gon Die
Nevaeh asking for her father brings tears to my eyes
So much pain up on my mind that I been holding inside
When I got that phone call, I

spread the news to the fans
That’s my brother my sister my neighbor
That’s my family
That’s my mama my teacher my father
Black lives matter
I know you

Remember how powerful your mind is, Grant?
Because you've got
You're the only one who can take control of your mind
And so, it is up to you
To know

80 beats a minute, beats a minute going by
There ain't nothing in it, someday soon we gonna die
'Cause from the beginning, at the start of our lives

niggas out the hood I got a plan nigga/
Brodie always told me I was gifted ima grant wishes/
Now I’m on a damn mission/

I saw my father start aging and it

father was diddling girls
Living nomadic, nomadically living from curb to curb
Got no scholarly consistency
Always was new to wherever I'm learning
Hopping

Mad Mad World

Jumpsteady

Chaos Theory

Juggalo lives are full of complications 
Are raised to survive on a street education 
Always realize that there is a limitation 
If we don't

by a few, that's hopeless 
Got a lot you did, that's how it went

(Deliver me oh my father)
Yes, yes
Deliver me from the evil that's all around me

Come Heavenly Father
Sometimes I want to run and hide
Close my eyes
And tell myself this world of mine is just a lie
Cause when I feel so pulverized

Forbidden wisdom
Concealed and arcane
The power of the moon
Directed through your brain
The light of the night
Moulded by your pinky finger
Father
I

Father Oh father
I fear I have sinned
I'm out in the world
Alone again

Now things have changed
I hear in his voice
I see in his eyes
His words are telling

Satan's Mayhem

Dark Funeral

The Secrets of the Black Arts

1997

the strength for my journey

Enshrined in the dark in a cold black casket
Cursed to live in this grim immortal existence
Father, show mercy upon my tormented

Concrete Jungle

Rell

Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment)

2006

with my concrete jungle, no Tarzans and Janes
Diesel by the bundles and the hard grams of Caine
D's when they come through, it's hard to get some change

The Power of One

Sonata Arctica

Silence

2001

reveals that I have been complete, machine, in team. 

Father I've seen too much, I hate to live my life. Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little

you ask me if I want
Peace if you can't grant it?
Niggas fightin' across the whole planet
So it could never be peace

Will there ever be peace, or are

man up, you know what it is

Father forgive but Ghost don't
Another nigga'll let you live, but Ghost won't
I keep my hand on the gun grip, mouth

Come up and rise, I can feel the fire burning up inside
You know I am the one, the father and the son

Look me in my eyes so you watching
Took him by

thought I could get beaten by a single dad  But I'm a good sport and I'll grant you this,  yes I'm going to grant you your most precious wish!'۝    Dad

Father to only my chemistry
Raised by a single mother
Only child no brothers
Stayed inside under covers
Rope tied round my curtain rail for comfort
Saw

Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer

Get By

Talib Kweli

Quality [Clean]

2002

Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer

the few!

Oh, sweet lit clarity
grant us the eyes for this bane.
Towered beasts now meet our lines...
But fast on the wind came a song,
and you turned.