Lyrics:
knee
They ran in Briana's crib and gunned her down while she was sleep
Father God, I ask you please forgive us for our sins, knowingly and unknowingly
stripped us naked while they wives picked they favourite
Lives were wasted, in the hands of the hated,
Driven from the garden [garden], now we starvin'
road to the Father's door
Only way to the Father through the Father's Son who bled on the cross
He's the way, He's the truth and He's the life
Nobody
This little boy quickly became a man
From blowing in his father's church
To making his own band
Called the Moonglows
Sensational with his vocals
up and down heavenly clouds I keep saying wow. I scream out
I see Whitney Houston and Elvis no doubt
I see trees of life within my sight, just a few
by any means (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Strung out all dope sniffers from
The Northside and fucked 'em, that methamine
Youngin' got on that Meth'
He be lookin'
all
Women on call, sex and all
Summer, winter, spring, and the fall
Then my momz broke out to get away from men why no doubt
Then I settled down
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
Uh, I puts it down
Uh, 1, 2, 3
[Verse 1: SPM]
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Am I the purest of them all?
Am I the one to ease the pain?
Make them fall
Yo I seen that nigga earlier knahmsayin?)
Nah fuck that go go open the window real quick Son
Open that fuckin window
(You gonna take him from
Queens it gets down
L.a. L.A. Big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. Ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
are tired of this new world
I don't want to be here
$uicide, $uicide, my end
$uicide, $uicide, my end
You can feel the bullets from my steel son
Lord
People there, they treat you kind
Well that white freight liner's gonna ease your worried mind
I got some bad news from Houston
Half my friends
through songs and shit
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I'm well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin'
know me not. I should betray myself.
Never: not father's kiss for me--the girl
So like her mother, and the boy, my son.'
There speech and thought
You ain't quote my statements (Uh un)
When you work hard you ain't
Worried about the payments (Payments)
Moved from Houston county
To ClayCo right by
and fifty three
Man cannot live by bread alone I gotta eat
Psalm Hallelujah
I have a good dream
Intro-
My father who watches over
The creator this is your son
Continue to bless me
An entity as you have always done
Continue to guide me
I repent
the bodies home
But the terror ain’t over
Son’s of fathers
And grandfather’s of our father’s son’s
How we gonna win when we ain’t even ONE
All lives matter
But
tomorrow
Deep inside of my cries for you
Where am I?
Is all I ever wanted from you
Why have you brought me here
To live like there is only fear?
I
wanna hear about my everyday
I wake up, I wake my son up, then I feed him
And lead him into his carseat
Drive up the street down to Target
Don't do
How you doin' Houston Texas*
At first I was afraid
I was petrafide
I kept thinking I couldnt live with out you by my side
But then I spent some many
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his Murcielago
From working
Uh, I puts it down
Uh, 1, 2, 3
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Am I the purest of them all?
Am I the one to ease the pain?
Make them fall to they
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