Lyrics:
the brothers going crazy when the car skirts by the flow
I keep it real and peep it all from my window
So please, the lady's heading upstairs the first door
to us by a satellite just a few minutes ago
All initial opinions are; this is genuine
What you are about to see, may disturb you..
[Verse 1]
Murder
calls us to His love
"You're my Son"
The Father speaks
In His power
The strong are weak
Kiss the Son
Bow at His feet
In His love
We find our peace
Jesus
When we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
In Bethlehem, in Israel,
This blessed Babe was
for a team
Look in my daughter face and know this shit by any means
But I know this shit get harder than it seems
But I gotta push this shit down
but we both know that's a bad look
'Cause 20 years from now your daughter will probably get her ass whooped
If this too deep for the intro I'll find
ain't makin' straight A's in school
And ain't wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be different
So all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we
are sons and daughters
We all reach for better
All can reach for greatness
Stars (stars)
Shine (shine)
For you (for you)
The world is yours it's true
we are blindly sailing on
If we refuse to learn, don't stop or turn
All hope will soon be gone
Peace will be mine the wise men say
And like a flower
are sons and daughters
We all reach for better
All can reach for greatness
Stars (stars)
Shine (shine)
For you (for you)
The world is yours it's true
The pain in my heart is getting dosed by joy (what?)
We have no other boy but to bring the B-boy (uh, uh, uh)
There's nothin' on this earth that can
Hook:
I hope my daughter don’t hate me like her Momma did
I don’t
I hope my son wants to be like his Daddy one day
When he gets grown
Hope I’m
Mummy take me home
Blessings fall on us
And that's all we know
G.R.A my love
Mummy take me home
One by one
Tell em come
One by One
Oh yh
Come My son
the ghetto go figure
Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all
to boil but we're sons and daughters
Plot for turmoil set us up for slaughter now tell me
What is your favorite color?
Does it describe me?
What does it
away]
Guy: "Come on, let's go."
Tracy: "You've humiliated me and Guy. We are so outta here."
Momma: "What did I do? What is the matter with you all? Come
to their therapists
I watch them and I wonder, am I cursed or am I blessed?
How long can we go on like this?
Cause by now, you should at least be getting
There are mysteries in each of our green rolling hills
There are stories in each brick we've laid
But for all of our beauty and all of our history
Now!"
[Momma:] "What are you talking about, honey!? This way his balls are out, you can stroke his ding dong in front of all of us. Come on, pull out
are sons and daughters
Moving temples
Ouuu
Pouring from within
We will fill our hearts
We will speak Your words
Until
All the earth is filled
We will
of the night
Hand up for heretic life
We are sons of the wilderness
By the sound of the horn
Running faster than light and we hunt 'em 'til the dawn
We
debating!
The shit happened, it's done
If you don't know your daddy
Then you might be my son!
Your momma been an all-star weekend
Super-ball Sunday,
raising your thigh
The windows are fogged how we steaming inside
I'll make you my wife and ill be you husband
With children of ours
A daughter a son
A dog
our sons and daughters
You turn us to your slaves!
The beast of prey drains our blood
There’s no cure for our souls
We cannot bear it anymore
Lying
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