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and belonging
Got me singing this song yeah
He was an 11 year old boy and he got beat by his father
He had burnt marks all over him and stuff like that
How can

wife and the mother of my children
When I look at you, I get a glimpse of heaven You told me all the secrets, like a confession to a reverend
You

none of 'em me?
I'm still the best
My loneliness made it evident
I was the one I was Heaven sent
Linking with niggas at night and y'all fucked in the car

and status
Cause you ain't have a daddy
You can't respect your mother
Cause you ain't got no structure
Been a minute
Since I had a listen
To the world around

and again talking to myself with pride
Or prejudice
Feels like I'm in Heaven toeing the line where hell could sit
Devils on my shoulder
Angels in my bed
God

by ocean see sand on yo feet
Take you to a different place every day of the week
Guess that's the problem too attached guess I'm stuck to you
It's hard

glowed in the stove light
Since a youngin she's known Christ
Father of the cloth yep the bold type
Mother a spiritual giant yep the gold type
Serve with

sees the pain for me playing these records back
I'm seeing all of my deaths
I'm seeing various forms of
Myself collapse

I become enraptured
By

Seasons go by, hope I make it through this episode

Heaven knows this complex web of Ebb and Flow
Will have you praying like a soldier writing letters home

a heaven a guy
75, 75, a man was born in 75
Living dirt poor, Chicago Southside
His father had left, a hell of a guy
Stepping the deadly reflections of life

and I'll say it to they face
They know I'm clutching every mother fucking day
Last time that I check

You niggas wasn't solid like Ryan
Quick to punch

Did the heavens open up for you to come

Now I’m working long hours just trying to get bye
I can’t keep my hands off the bottle
The thunder rolls up

I'm a cocky black wild drunk high mother lover
Rubbers not in my vocab
For when I slide under covers
Sike
I'm safer than a bagel
Wrapped in a zip

a lot
That's how it's always been
It's getting cold, I skin the opp I'm wearing Snake Skin
Yo Mother here, go get a mop I see she leaking
Heat seeking

she’s Mary, our loving Mother!

Behold a great sign appeared in heaven
A woman clothed with the sun,
A shiny moon under her feet,
On her head a crown

built
Earth and Heaven
Eaten by my rotten venom
For thy disciples
I have slain them
I bring ruin upon the holy lands

Now I sing joyful praises to my Lord Jesus
The name that frees sees saves never cease to amaze us
Purchased by the blood when I believed bigger
A sinner

Sent straight down from hip hop heaven
Kanye was born in 1977
Mama named Donda he rapped about her
Felt the same way I feel about my mother
Tried

Hey have you heard about the legend?
They say he's a man locked out of heaven
One day if you ever cross his path
I say that it will be your last

Do

saw it
I’m up in heaven don’t need a different father
I mean I hustle by myself you see I did with college 
Yea gon' hate to see me up on Collins

of heaven
See her in the distance she my triple sevens
Now all these angels become our brethren 
Now Earthly pleasures can no longer sever 
Us from the holy

year I'm always getting creative
Man, I'm keep moving more forward
More upward
Where are the stairs to heaven?
So that God will feel me
You all already

die when she meet you
Great Divine Mother gone feed you
Straight wisdom love and the truth
The only thing that will save you
Is to know you are God
No

I'm a menace
Tell your mother I said hi, cause you're joining her in heaven
Talk about spinning two shots only need this melee
Split your head two face