Lyrics:
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
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
way to be free
I do right by the people that beside me
Open your eyes young blood the times are here
I ain't dead yet but while I'm here
As an Ole Head,
the Hardaway
If it's all work when do me and my kids play
It ain't magic I had to get that penny the Hardaway huh
For your sons and your daughters
What have you
to see your blood, until you cough it up
Mr. officer, crooked officer
We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir
We been struggling to make it,
to see your blood, until you cough it up
Mr. officer, crooked officer
We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir
We been struggling to make it,
My soul is yours until we're done
Hello I'm someone's daughter and I'm
Sharing all my life with someone's son
So baby pour your blood into my heart
songs of unity
But the sun grew cold and brought on the night
And brought on the night
Send them to the slaughter
Send all of your sons and daughters
Send
"All I see is blood and murder, my mind state"
"Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate"
"All I see is blood and murder, my
you get to the end you'll find a chair
You see all the blood, yeah your boy was just here
We get all different kind of people comin through
Richies,
And when you get to the end you'll find a chair
You see all the blood, yeah your boy was just here
We get all different kind of people comin through
Richies,
gotta son, I gots ta be my son's father
And selling dope ain't the way that I can get ahead
But what the hell, I gots ta keep my baby fed
I buy him
of your lives have led you up to this
Driven, if not by fame, then avarice
Thaumas in rage, salacious
Thirsty for blood berates us
Darkness surrounds with
he coming across
He end up gone, she was sad but I felt like that's his loss
I told her, never bend your head, look the world straight in the eyes
Spinnin' it's Super Mario
The shit you say in your raps
Gets you booed every battle
How dare y'all compare to mine
But don't Barry remind us of Sanders?
mixed in our blood, you hide but can't run from
Generational trauma, generational drama
Looking your baby boy in his eyes and then you promise
To never be
be living by that sword, but you could die by the gun
I stack until I could provide, to have a daughter or son
Fuck your man that nigga a bitch, ain’t
hands by the hearth
Denied the temptation of the incense and the myrrh
But stay pure and find salvation as the wretched of the earth…
So let your
and 'round
An impeccable groove
I know it's getting late
But I won't hesitate
Can't slow down
Got to do what I do
Sons and daughters
(Always in)
In
and 'round
An impeccable groove
I know it's getting late
But I won't hesitate
Can't slow down
Got to do what I do
Sons and daughters
(Always in)
In
to heaven with living proof
Y’all claiming sick ? Laughter is medicine your cure is haha
You can brag but when they take the R off what’s in your bag ?
and dragged with explosives
Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters
Barricaded blocks and borders
Look what you taught us
It's murder on my street, your
heard it
Blood on the corner, damn I miss my dawg
I'm just thinkin' 'bout his daughter, in another life he ballin'
Aggravated with hoes, distracted all
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