Lyrics:
and on
That could mean a number of things
And that could lead us down a couple roads
We got the sink that drowns
We got the beef by pounds
Join my daughter's
father would honour his first daughter - who birthed all Us.
Turf sodden with her seed, girth trodden by greed who threaten to usurp all that she Breed
Her
Last night as I lay dreaming
Of pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on rambling
To Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision
believe
When my head's inside a screen
Dreams die young behind our thumbs
And we all keep moving on
Bless the martyrs, sons, and daughters
Who never leave
to land
All them pussy niggas died helpin' out the feds (bitch)
Mixin' twenty-five hundred dollar eighths (what?), Twelve-fifty zips (what?)
Ain't never
Spirit on all flesh
(We won't move until we feel Your touch)
Pour out Your Spirit on all flesh
(The young and old, Your sons and daughters)
Pour out Your
bitch ass provoking all de stress
YA'OH still watching over
Even though sometimes
We don't feel blessed.
Nah man a nuh me
Mom
Say a prayer fah yuh son
of violence or we'll
Go down in flames with our wounds unhealed
In a battle royale with our daughters and sons
We're killing the game with all these guns
remember listening to punk rock
Ya evanescence
Who'd have known the path it took
Light manifested
I remember pops being consumed by the past and present
on you niggas, toilet stool
Balling, shot calling
My daughter's too
Next generation money, navy blue
Of course they ain't get it, couldn't follow
My son's
y'all niggas ain't fucking wit' me
Kiss my ass, muah!
Talkin' about Versace, big nigga
'Cause I rep that Notorious, Big nigga
First generation,
birth
to man.
Raped by the wind and forced to bring life to the hundred
bastard sons.
The unholy ones will give strength for all evil to live
and final calls
Your sons and daughters trying not to fall
Sending us off out there on our own hoping
One day that we'll find a way home that we'll
Find our
throw the covers back and peek out of the draperies
My daughter, my baby, my baby mama all escaping me
In the wind, she was my friend
Like Princess Di
completing ya order
Now they dnt even care
Hitting Ya son or your daughter
Boy What a horror
Guess they never knew
Cuz nobody taught Em
Run it up before i
have sped by so fast
I wish it could last
For now we're standing in our local and we're all together
Holding hands with our sons & daughters
While we
I do this shit for my mother
I do this shit for my brother
I do this shit for my son and my daughter
I do this shit for they mother
I do this shit
from the Burning, Sons and Daughters
Slay all in sight, grant no respite
The Flame of Justice guides my hand
Dust from the Burning
Dust from
a cousin named Ant
Dead, they say the young man only died by the head
The streets all we got it
Boys gon' be boys, me in ya hype
Teach your son to like guns
the Resource-Based Economy
The scientific method for social equality
No political borders, no one giving you orders
It's a world worth giving to our sons and daughters
slaughter
Every move I make Do it for my daughters
My son my little King second me
Don't call him a copy call him a better me
Teach him Wamology that
our heads into the noose
And it just sits there watchin'
America, where are you now
Don't you care about your sons and daughters
Don't you know we
the darkness
Come out of the night
We're sons and we're daughters
We're children of light
The struggles you carry
Oh bring them to Christ
His yoke is so easy
His
love
But believe in terrible people.
If we'd have a daughter and a son,
You would leave
cnd it would make
My heart full.
For chances of feeling great
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