Lyrics:
a breed
you're signed in blood
I'm a poor man's son, workin all night long
Got a bad guitar and a simple song
you're a rich man's daughter
You're
a breed
You're signed in blood
I'm a poor man's son, workin' all night long
Got a bad guitar and a simple song
You're a rich man's daughter
You're
Oh God
Thanks for sending your Son
Thanks for sending your Son
Oh Lord
Thanks for all that You've done
Thanks for all that You've done
Oh God
Thanks
more selling out all I'm saying is fuck your toe tag I'm breaking out
You my brother like my mother's son
Uh you my sister like my father's daughter
Uh
all I'm saying is fuck your toe tag I'm breaking out
You my brother like my mother's son
Uh you my sister like my father's daughter
Whether African
You say that you're living free
Every time you go to church
You find that it's so easy
To smile but you're really hurting
Jesus bore all your sins
not keeping up you better quicken your pace
Fellas to my left, and Rachel's on my right
We made it to Mammoth, but we had to drive all night
Nashville's
to decieve us all.
But their dream of sons and daughters has made them standing
tall.
For the king had showed them it could be done when his woman
gave
of the temple may seem separate
But they support one roof
If your really checking it
All of our slaughters only our daughters
Only our self in a war that we
And please save all our sons and daughters
What we fighting for?
'Cause these ain't water guns
Water guns, no more
So take my hand in your hand
meds
On a diet of painkillers, but still grasping your chest
25 Years since we moved here, you're waiting for a bone scan
It seemed like all your
the only one on stage
cs they watched as her soul leave her body
To the sight of her son's
Blood drip blood drop
You mudda buss de door
Complaining bout
Daughters and sons covered in the Blood of Jesus....
When it's all said and done, they'll believe us....
Had to keep the faith, you see the focus in
guitar, 'way from afar
Slow motion watch it enter your temple and exit your jaw, hmm
Send you all to Hell with a scar, a conversation piece
Hope it maybe
really smoke in it but you would let me
Oh my God swear to God your daughter's your spitting image
When your daughter met my daughter what a wonderful
and Queens Nations
We live by Faith and not by sight
We clap and sing for Jesus reigns
We are champions for the kingdom
We're sons and daughters of Zion
We're
Bloods everywhere you lay, but ain't no blood in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef like USDA
OMW to your trap (blap) now I'll be on my way
Lifes got more to come
But when its all said and done
You lost one love
Your only begotten son
For he so feared the word
He left his only begotten
children
your sons and your daughters
We struggling, trying to get out of the ghetto
trying to make it to mars!!!
Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
of the sky and
Nine floors below the ground
Go conquer all places
He was full of hate
Blood ripples on his face
With his rage and flames
All the shades
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
more to me
It's more than us to see our sons and all our daughters eat
'Cause I got cops tryna lock me, opps out tryna slaughter me
But I stay prayed
wealth, and even with good words
But if you turn away, then I fear for you the torment of a great day
To Allah is your return, and He is able to do all
to be a hump
But (Son)
We've no time to sit and dither
While her wither's wither with her
And no one keeps a cow for a friend!
Sometimes I fear your
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