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right is true You can break on through When love's kingdom comes It all will be done Don't be your father's son They sang with fire Led by the devil's
Now this all started in a honky tonk Just the other side of town A girl come in took a stool by me Ordered gin and drank it down She lit up a cigarette,
so dumb now? Hunt me or be hunted I got three hundred and fifty-seven ways To simmer sauté, I'm the winner all day Lights get dimmer down Biggie's
dissin' a Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r My
(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
(yeah) Must by my clone 'cause you ain't my son And your bitch know I shine like one Not number three, number two, I'm one Never took a L, 'cause I won
the old man down, He never doubted that the rumor was real. But there the old man stood by the store front, With his white cane hanging from his belt.
praise Declare the Lord is forever Make a joyful noise in this place One day we gon' be out man, like three strikes And home son like a homerun CHRIST IS
at a lower state in this life that we live here in today In the United States of America I love you, son, and I pray for you God bless you, shalom
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
I'm just average, common too I'm just like him, the same as you I'm everybody's brother and son I ain't different than anyone It ain't no use
memory lies there By passing the doors of his life was a stage I remember And in later years he would cease to bare teeth to a stranger For sentiment
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
Ayy, ayy, yeah Birds in the trap, they gon' stink by tomorrow Servin' the Act' out a baby bottle Don't tell me, "Shut up," you are not my boss
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
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
memory lies there By passing the doors of his life was a stage I remember And in later years he would cease to bare teeth to a stranger For sentiment
bust him!) Nah fuck that I'ma hit this nigga out the window Son (Ga head man!) Shit shit shit don't blow it up, duck down (Yo let me do it man,
into Joe's about six-fifteen And I was ready to pour 'em down Because at eight o'clock Delilah was a-meeting me there Well I thought I would have
My mama always told me "Son, you'd best go easy down that road" And she said she was sorry For all the times she couldn't save my soul Shoulda
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year Backing drums by DJ Premier Now let me count it down Who the fuck up in here Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh That
crew Philly, soda pop I'm gonna run down my family tree like this: One, two, one two three and I got a friend by the name of Charlie Charlie got
were having a son Their lives could not have been better And they had only just begun Together they arrived early at the hospital
Rose, move halves and wholes Come down to the jungle, just ask for Hov Move blocks and squares, move apples and pears Work pots and pans, just to cop
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