Lyrics:
Yeah
Yo, son, you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, I got a new, yo, niggas don't even know, son
Yo, check
killed my father that same
Night he was tried and convicted, sentenced
To die that sentence was commuted in
1973 by the Supreme Court
And to this day he is
killed my father that same
Night he was tried and convicted, sentenced
To die that sentence was commuted in
1973 by the Supreme Court
And to this day he is
A father and his son
Caught in the flames high above the ground
From cradled arms the boy looked down
One leap and their lives were done
And I
son in my bed, hid my pills in the closet
Broke the bowls down, hid 'em behind the living room couches
Then went back to my whip and rolled up, by
ever see my pa say King
And if you ever see his son say Weezy baby!
New prints of the Big Easy baby
Y'all niggas can't see me, but I see you lil Pha
I have a tale to tell
I was three feet from the floor, gasping for air
Trying to release my fathers hands from my throat
I looked into his eyes
Yeah
Yo, son, you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, I got a new, yo, niggas don't even know, son
Yo, check
lives, I'ma make things right
With the wrongs I've done, that's one of you now
With the Father, Son, 'til then, I fight
Rain on me, put the blame on me
Two as one we are together
Three as one we’re with the Son
On this day we are brought together
By Jesus our Lord who lives forever
The Father’s
She (we never thought of ourselves)
Is leaving (never a thought for ourselves)
Home (we struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving
the red-light of her door
Right 'cross sent me reelin', laid me face down on the floor
In place of Maybel Joy I found a merchant mad marine
Who said, "Your
like abuse is a game?
Like tearing down your son’s father is a game
You have a son! Why are you
Still competing with me by telling him bad
Things about
gifts to give, so he lives and he gives and he lives and he
Praise the father praise the son praise the spirit three in one
Whatever's going on know its
to give so he lives and he gives and he lives and he
Praise the father praise the son praise the Spirit three in one
Whatever's going on know its not done
on the bike rack
My first day in junior high, this kid said
"Just you and I, three o'clock sharp this afternoon you die"
I looked at my watch it was one
uungh better yet cleared your mind
Used to stick your chest out son cause I was your father
Gave you pride about your south side cos I was your father
[Pedro lives out of the wilshire hotel
He looks out a window without glass
The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet
His father beats
gonna burn it down
Yeah, I think I'm gonna burn it down to the ground
The man that lives by the pistol
Dies by the smokin' gun (gun)
I think I hear
Duck and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who're staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
For miles by the shore
And we picked up the trash
That they'd left by his door
Yes, we picked up the trash
That they'd left by his door
the yard, that's culture
Twenty-three hour lockdown, then somebody called
Said your lil' nephew was shot down, the culture's involved
I done seen niggas do
gettin' me by
Forever live, and I multiply, survived by thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they comin' with slugs
Peep the whole scene
than me
Better watch out all you space cats
Clean Steve is a mineral man
My cousin Bruce came around to stay
The father of my son
He tore apart
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