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actually having a formal practice or training in piano that was never offered or given to me as a child. I remember a lot of math and reading lessons growing
of the Police.
Lee is the third child from her family; she loves soccer and wants to be a footballer, but the circle of her friends isn’t too good, she left home
crazy
But mom kept us away so we did see the Daily
I remember creeping out to watch him study for exams
2 am with out relenting it was all part of Gods
the trenches
Spend a little for the handmade table and credenza
If this shall be the room that space will be the center
There's never enough paper, pens,
Family's uplifted
Oh to be young, black and gifted
Acknowledged for winning
Mistakes to be forgiven
Oh to be young, black and gifted
Brown golden child
no child of mine and as far as I'm concerned, you're dead
"If you don't get three As," her sweet daddy said
You're no child of mine and as far as I'm
to niggas wasting time
Them niggas put me on my grind
I do my thing
Yeah I do my thing
I do my thing
Yeah I'm boutta shine
Shine hard like the
Center
to a kind and religious family
And raised in the midwest
And all throughout his childhood
This man, clearly, had been blessed
He grew up believing,
in my family
Named Danny
And I'm not sure
Where he is today
He's Vera's son
And we visited them once
And he showed me music
That he
Made on his
Everything a quarantine
Dem a talk bout vaccine
Them a try study me study who study we?
Dem cyan study wi or dis my family tree
So let me set the record
(Yvnggzayy)
The life of a motherless child
(Take a look into)
The life of a motherless child
(Take a look into)
The life of a motherless child
(Take
the leader to be the man
Head honcho, patron and kahuna
Big boss on top making sure that we moving
Family things
You raised a son out of nothing
Family things
Study this as you study your first born
My first song was pain personified in song
The longest sequence is looped for days long
Where bass kicks are
I been through this many times I ain't giving up
I'll give it everything I got, so you know it's love
Indigenous child you the one who lift me up
Study this as you study your first born
My first song was pain personified in song
The longest sequence is looped for days long
Where bass kicks are
because of you oh God today my life goes on.
CHORUS
So I give you the glory, the glory you’re the center of my story and I give you the praise, the praise
Mmawee (Shalala Mmawee)
Khumbule
Khumbule ekhaya weeee
Khumbule uMama weee
Being away from my family, It wasn't my intention
Now i feel for my child, mara
Brenda the oldest by herself for a little while
That's 'til Joanne showed up she was the middle child
Then came Loretta next she was a little wild
Look - you ain't dealin wit no child's toy
I'm a wild cowboy (yo I'm a wild cowboy)
Yet you walk around town with
Them real aisle toys
Your best bet,
cards and kept movin' along
Hooked up with Mad Child an' righted my wrongs
You don't continue our circles, we generate light
So 365 days I study
It's the child with the complex style
The unorthodox mine
Numero Uno
Vocabulary equals a sumo
It's bigger than religion
Furthermore complicated
I am
when y'all grown-ups would be in Bible study
That girl helping me with my homework? Her and I were fuckin'
So pure and perverted, so spirit spinnin'
call the cops but the cops aren't qualified
The cops don't study mental health they study which laws to abide
So if that man aint violent they just take
suffering too..
No one is educated in my family..
At least, you educate your son well..
Coffee, ma'am..
Cauvery.. bring a coffee for my child..
Okay, ma'am..
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