Lyrics:
"Lead me by the hand beside the waters
We’re all just sons and daughters
Connected we are stronger
And a million cards together can’t be broken
We’re
Dear Exceptional sons
Of American Daughters
What do you cry for
If not the way
All our fates were sown
So long ago
Before we were formed
Born
You heat up my burning sun
We'll push things higher than
We have never ever done
We'll teach our daughter
And we'll teach our son
Please please
You heat up my burning sun
We'll push things higher than
We have never ever done
We'll teach our daughter
And we'll teach our son
Please please
be my love
She wants to be a writer
But the money has been too damn good
At Lucifer's Playpen down on Spring
And Main She's got a son and a daughter
would leave me incomplete
Though every soul would hold my name in honor
And truest love was always by my side
My praises sung by grateful sons
only had one child and now they left with nothing
Book all that flix and when they daughter was six
Before they moved from the bricks and got caught up
I'm trying to live like a short guy on a fast break only ball and layup
I got my wifey my daughter and got my son in here
Build them a future I ain't
became
A parent see
Trying to be
A leader for my
Sons and daughter
I couldn't begin
To face it all not
Without the father
What do I do
Where do I go
Really
from her kid she was pre paid- then hung her son on a tree til he decayed- then raped her daughter in front of her dad was afraid- great granny house
that call that they son or daughter dead
I'm just tryna send you message, hope you're read recipes on read
gotta feed the babies
Turn my daughters into ladies
They need back-to back Mercedes
Get my son a couple V-bucks just to
Let him know that we up
Every day
just baking idiot
I sun'd sons and daughters, what's the problem mija
You ain't have a hard life? never had to learn to fight
Look the world in the eye,
Handcuffs ain't the bracelets we had in mind
Make sure that our daughters and our sons fine
Brighter tomorrows than yellow tape lines
Play without the worry
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, we all lived through the 70's
The clothes, the music, the heartwarming but rarely amusing Ziggy cartoons
Now,
And I protect my paper like it's laminated
Contaminated, I can't even touch the water
I damaged faces and I'm all on his li'l daughter
No cancer
on the headrest
Bitch
Buscemi frame by my favorite chair
Asian hair on a Dominican with Cajun flare
I keep the coke clean, father and son dope fiends
Mother
you all have gone to sleep
But I gotta ring the Intercom 'cause I forgot my keys
Yeah I said I'm gonna make it but you got no faith in me
Hate to be
to fit
Things have changed
By then David had a daughter and a son
And a rap sheet to prove all the time that he'd done
He was just a burned out, beat
parent mums,
Havin' the hardest time tryn'a survive for their daughters and their sons
Be comin' out their yutes, cause their yutes are left out there,
for whatever may come
Ruled by none
Outlaws ’n’ sons, daughters alike
All the restless souls, rebel minds
Misfit kids and wretched ones
We´re
The struggle of the '90s
Anxiety queens, depressed kings
All sing "Wade in the Water"
Drink champagne and still pray for our daughters and unborn sons
Mummy
Sabathan:]
Father! Dishonour your daughter without shame!!!
Mother! Leave your younger, son to your ugliest desires!!!
Brother! Fuck your sister with all
Verse One [Lord Digga]
don't test me son
There might be death behind curtain number one
Panthoes niggas get scared and then they run
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