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kids was young when son got the time
Won't see his daughter graduate, can't teach his son how to drive
Now you see where I get this ambition from
mothers from daughters and fathers from sons
The name Com has never been involved with run
Unless it's DMC or runnin' these broads to bein' free
I'm
I see dead bones risin'
I see the Spirit of the Lord baptizin'
I'm prophesyin'
Every son and daughter realizin'
We are the ones with the lightnin'
We
and be gay-oh
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
From Thibodaux to Fontaineaux the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
him say....
Son take my advice
If I were you I would go straight home tonight
Hug your daughter, kiss your wife
cnd hold on to both
Cause we all become
paper, shit is still ghetto
But fuck it black, you living your life, though your loved ones
Peace to your daughter and your newborn son
It used to be
with paper, s*** is still ghetto
But f*** it black, you livin your life, though your loved ones
Peace to your daughter and your newborn son
It used
call
Make tunes outlasting all, classicness like Biggie spit
I like her but she shows me no love gives me the snub
I think she's intimidated by this
purpose, had to talk with God
He told me to just keep workin', message to my sons
Protect my daughters, don't let nobody hurt em
I know I'm hard on y'all
I got a gal in Cedartown Georgia I used to have to walk nearly three miles to court her
She never had much just a sharecropper's daughter
But I
Kryptonite
This bitch like my kryptonite
Bad mood
Bigger blues
Feeling like a Crip tonight ayy
Ay
Ay
Ay
Hanging out the window of a drop top
Waving
Get ready for the slaughter
They've stolen our sons and daughters
Now's the time to pick up the pieces
I did
What I could
To change
All I should
candle out
Believe whatever's right, what's right for you tonight
Who knows what the fuck it's all about
Look up and see the flying saucers cruising
last son
The best of anything
Tell Joe here's a last one
If I die tonight
Would I be forgiven
By all the people
I been slackin' with
When I was livin'?
all along
Before you left adds up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe
Believe there's
the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby
Four pretty daughters
For this small town
Southern man
Then a few years
Later came another
A boy, he wasn't planned
Seven people
Living all
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder I heard her when she screamed the "Drop"
'Cause her son caught the slug
Relate this to no
to water
Hard drive deleted
My drive went even harder
Set goals achieve em
Feed my sons and my daughter
My life for theirs At peace with being the Martyr
Tappin my vape this bitch um ocean breeze
Take it too far all my oops be like geez
Flip a burger like my daughter Louise
Flip a burger like my son name was
a son too so by all means
If it's a drought you show what your gun do
And if it get botched be two more black kids
Getting raised by there uncle
That's
You set us up above all the stars
You set us on a high place by where you are
While we were dead you made us your friends
And scattered our debt
watching the son turn to father, fucking life and her daughter
Nigga that shit just get deep
Man I look up to God
I wonder if I fell from the sky
Will
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