Lyrics:
were having a son
Their lives could not have been better
And they had only just begun
Together they arrived early at the hospital
Oh, would her son grow to know his father
I don't want to wait
For our lives to be over
I want to know right now
What will it be
I don't
never seen
Boys, I'm grinnin' from ear to ear
When I see her long legs come walking in the door
And her high heels clicking on the floor
I knew right then
sons one thing you will learn,
For everything the north gives, it exacts a price in return."
They worked side by side in the orchards
From morning
the pimp be, that nigga gon' speak his mind
If he could speak down from heaven, he tell me stay on my grind
Tell him I'm doin' fine, Obama for mankind
We
screamed and fainted panic on the floor
The body guard pulled us the back door
I never saw her anymore- it was an in-store heartbreak
Live at five interview
is the payback from the past
You threw me down like I was just a piece of trash
You gave me cash every week just enough to live
But didn't get what
Our father who art in a penthouse
Sits in his 37th floor suite
And swivels to gaze down
At the city he made me in
He allows me to stand
wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, turnin macks fully
Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught
A one to three degree from V-O-P
dream of telling my mama
"You ain't gotta work no more"
Same for my father, born in Ghana, down on that dirt road floor
Far as he came I can't
Our father who art in a penthouse
Sits in his 37th floor suite
And swivels to gaze down
At the city he made me in
He allows me to stand
mother
Who loves the day but lives another
That once was hers
The worried father, long lost lover
Brushes ashes with his broom
Rehearses jokes
Yo I seen that nigga earlier knahmsayin?)
Nah fuck that go go open the window real quick Son
Open that fuckin window
(You gonna take him from
Marley used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones
He nicknamed me
(We never thought of ourselves)
Is leaving (never a thought for ourselves)
Home (we struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home
look alike, right?
Who am I to spook that and sit by your door and let this uzi fly?
Freedom of death, you need to respect
The souls of all
Crime, life, bitches, money, time
For my Braveheart's, my Braveheart's
Uh, uh, uh, what, what, what?
One time, two times
From 'Breaking Atoms'
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
than the rest
Your little sister's just a girl
So you can kick her from your world
You push your baby brother down
And grind his face into
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin
Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin
Look down and see dry blood all on my garment
It
on the line
Receiving their strict orders from a station just behind
Georgie's mother came to him with a bucket on her arm
Saying, ?My darling son, be careful
on again if I could be born again
I live my life through my son
And tell him never have a friend
Just family reincarnated I'll show him the time
That I
you don't want it with me
You can talk but soon we gon' see
You don't wanna bump heads with me (Tony, come on)
You couldn't son me if my father
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