Lyrics:
search of myself as all of us!
As all of us
We do not live twice
The pray is good but it doesn't give the answers!
Ask your God
But your God will never
run and hide
Like it or not, one day, we all die
God don't give a shit if your family by your side
One day yo God gonna take yo life
Interdimensionally
Usain Bolt speed to the cash
Money can't done
All day me check fi it, bank account me just pree it
Money haffi run, yeah, just like water
Fi me son
matters, is not which party controls our government"
"But whether our government is controlled by the people"
I slept and dreamt life is a beauty
I woke up
from bodies with their bare branches they glow in the dark by the way.
Doctor i need your help
Now, why would you ask me?
It concerns your daughter.
Why
hands and face are smeared with blood.
[daughter:] the chaplain came and called me out
To beat and to butcher his mother's sow
[woman:] but darling
Yo Malik Blunt
Whassup?
Tell me how you like your grits man
Man I like all kinds of grits son
I just don't like them sticky grits
the
Yard and do hard labor
Got your memory scarred but you
Gon' remember this all later
Don't worry at all player
Its all saved on your Sega memory card data
I stood around to fight when it was better off to run
A message to my daughter, daddy ain't make you
But sometimes in life blood ain't thicker than
stay in the house for? (Why?)
If it ain't real, what you open your mouth for?
Yeah, I'm a team player, but I'll do it without y'all
I'm fighting them
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
But we gotta fight, fight, a good fight
Let us live for our sons and daughter
I said we can beat em now,
We can make is now together
Love
be
I'm not your son
I am not your daughter
I will not burn, so drown me in holy water
You can't make me surrender myself
Cause I'm not living for
Smell the blood in the water
Sip the cup at the alter
Lost sons lost daughters
Bodies layin in a coffin
Mother Mary held hostage
And these prayers
of fortunate sons
For us it's a matter of charging the gates
For you it's a matter of blood
Drink well from your bottomless cup
And bask in your good fortune
you play with
Did you threaten me? This dude's
Gonna get a sore
Throat from all the singing he's about to do
You son of a bitch another million is added
to the festival?
The festival?
The King's festival?
And her father had taken for his new wife
The festival
A woman with two daughters of her own
Look at your
of all the traumas I done seen
Like the blood that floods the roads and leave stains on the city streets
That were caused by local mbingas escapin' in
the time
And we'll stay in the ocean, ocean
Lone survivor of sons and daughters that were eaten by predators
Couldn't be protected too much by their father
like, "You lost son, think of the cost of being a moron"
But how is it they side by side in the morning?
Opposites attract
Opposites attract
Opposites
We are the ones who kneel to the young with a
Heart of gold to avoid being victimized by our sons
We be the ones trying to raise them into all man
boxes are ticked and i have kept my soul but i promise i fought
Giving these lessons to you now as you're gonna walk on a path of your own
And i take all
When kissed by the sword of Vengeance
Your head lays there by your side
I take the lives of all that I once knew
The torn flesh of a slow death waits
contradiction and the first eviction by sendin the couple east
Now the first couple became the first parents of the first son
Who became the first murderer
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