Lyrics:
and Royce be on 7 Mile
Hunger of a draft pick
Even though I'm a legend now
And so I'm blind like Stevie
To the joy my son get when he see me on TV
But y'all
this
And now I'm on the run
With my wife, daughter, and son
Trying to get away
From the harm of death's army
They already disarmed me
I seen what they do
As the smoke drifts in billows across the barricades
Where the sins of the fathers haunt the daughters and the sons
And no one seems to notice all the love songs
of those nights
I promise not to be the reason that she lost fight
Now I'm sitting in this cell by myself all night
Like damn I fucked up. Probably never get
looks from heaven;
God beholds all the sons and daughters of men and women.
From the place of God's habitation,
The Lord looks upon all the inhabitants
to kill me before I lay it down, yeah
I was on the news for knockin' him out his shoes
But the dude got a son that go to my daughter's school
So I'm cool
narrow, bringing us all together
New friends being made in the process
A by-product of the pursuing process
Producing a professional being the main aim;
way (that way)
There'd be so much more love and unity
Daughters would be close to they mothers
Sons would be raised by their fathers today (day)
take
You've depraved
You've betrayed
Killing our fathers, sons, daughters every day
Fail to behave
Take shot at the face
If you think this what
a hole in the head
Put out the fire, put out the fire, baby put out the fire
And let your sons and daughters sleep sound in their beds
You know a gun
family home
And in the life we've built together, stone by stone
It's in our daughter's laughter and the way our son holds your hand
And all the ways I'm
survived through the night and we're okay
And we can only get stronger in more ways than one
My son is your son, your daughter is my daughter
Let em play,
me, how worse can I get?
My daughter fault I'm feelin' down
My son cry, I don't want 'em 'round
I ain't dumb, I calm it down, that bitch recordin'
for her son
Lookin' for love in the world of rock and roll is where it begun
It was Alabama, Ted Nugent
Alice Cooper, Randy Travis
Aerosmith kept my
to the moonlight
A slave to the moonlight
A slave to the moonlight
Got darkened eyes that compromise
All your son's and daughter's lives
Wanna run and hide but
before I'm done
In the summer's dawn
When the sun shines on those who have gone
We'll sing our song
Alone, all alone now
My friends wait on the stairs
in the darkness
There was violence in the night
And the golden sons and daughters
They were coming up for air
You were standing with your back
daughter get knocked by a pimp
I’m dropping that shit nigga
Praying all my niggas touch 6 figures
Put it anywhere but yo’ wrist nigga
Cause time is money
scan, you'll a fuck around and see a sack race
All my promises to my daughter getting kept
Nigga play MVP like a game they getting swept
Wish I could sing
my Afeni Shakur
Sons hardly live with dads, but who was needed more?
Dad, I know you cringe when I make out like you weren't there
Like I only ever
can't deal with it, ain't stuck with me
Treat them all like new kids, we fostering a son to me
Flexing on them with no brags, they feelings hurt, can't
purpose, had to talk with God
He told me to just keep workin', message to my sons
Protect my daughters, don't let nobody hurt em
I know I'm hard on y'all
four of us,
And there are so many more of us
Eldest sons that must succeed.
We know how Caesar conquered Gaul
And how to whack a cricket ball;
Apart
angry (why you mad, son?)
I'm just sayin', son, my shit is still Stanley steamin', you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm still the Johnniest of 'em all, fam
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