Lyrics:
Never Again shall we march like sheep to the slaughter, Never Again leave our sons and daughters. Stripped of our culture, robbed of our names, raped
All aboard
We're going out
To the sea
Sons and daughters
Bring your children
On your back
Leave your guns buried in the ground
Leave your guns
of y'all in it
Say what you want, I'm a paradox
Number 1 2Pac, 40 Water, Marshall Mathers
Tech and Madrox
I gotta son an daughter an I put it on them
I don't
In the house now owned by the
Only son
Who's family's curse now fell upon
The Hands of a boy who had no one
Knowing his future he has to run
Away
at the scene live, on Channel Seven
Newsflash story, this just in, around eleven
Yellow tape scenery, barricaded the block
Patrol cars and EMS, all invaded
been praying up day by day
Lord please dont send me to the grave
All my life
I been complaining to hold me down when Im high
I miss my grandma she aging
praying up day by day
Lord please don't send me to the grave
All my life
I been complaining
To hold me down when I'm high
I miss my grandma she aging
And I
there's beef I'mma go in all the way
I don't mean to the end of night, come on
I mean I'mma take it to the grave, until I end your life it's on
I'm
you, and now I really wanna leave him
But he left me, I guess I'll be the bigger man
Your son got a bigger plan, I gotta raise my daughters
And they'll
the father of a son
Age of sixteen on his grave the grass was green
Cruel death had put an end to his growing
I'll make my love a shroud at the hole in so
place to bear her child,
Not a single room was in sight.
By and by they found a little nook,
In a stable all forlorn,
And in a manger cold and dark,
daughters knowin' there's predators like him lurkin'
Fuck a rap battle, he should die so all of these women can live with a purpose
I been in this industry
of a system
Carry on, carry on, carry on (okay)
My partner ran in them stores with a mask before Covid, he say if he go and get paid
His daughter just turned
Who the Son sets free
Who the Son set free
Who the Son sets free
Pastor comes with the word
Cast all your cares on Him
For He cares for you
The reason
an unapologetic work in progress
Product of a hard-working dedicated
Father with shortcomings
Praying all his sons make it farther
People say that it make you
Wyclef
Who's gonna answer
Where did all these guns come from, tell me, ey
Who's gonna answer
Feeding lies to our daughters and sons
But they will have
saw Murphy's law
cfter all we're professionals
Hold emotions in and never let 'em go
No
Keep them inside, sit by the family's side
Second by second I
all gonna make mistakes
Mothers bury sons in the grave
I know that it hurt Lord please take the pain away
No such thing as a safe street in the state
No
a bunch of junk that never took off
Maybe it's for the best
My pops said it best
He said it's blending in with all the rest
Time moves by and my corpse will
all struggling
'Gainst a God you had been forced to love
An outcast of Eden on pathways so hopeless
Despised by a Saviour who plunged you in darkness
In
daughters and my glizzy when I sleep
I'm like fuck it this the way we gotta be
I prayed to God that I don't die b4 my son becomes a man
I gotta teach em
Looking in the mirror couldn’t stand it
Couldn’t have it any longer
Make no mistake I was a goner
Couldn’t raise my little daughter
All this hate inside her
imagined that anybody could exit my life by a phone ring
It was all bad news
I was in school when i heard about the bad news
They really messed up my mental
to the jail cell
I done been in situations where I done had to cope with all three, you know what I'm sayin?
I feel like the only thing I ain't done yet is
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