Lyrics:
We all grow up, and all fall down
Running from ourselves and running around
Making messes that are hard to clean
Trying to do what we say, and say
Solo 1:
My heart is overflowing with joy
I am fairer than the sons of men
All Grace is poured on me
Forever I am Blessed.
My heart is overflowing
Rihanna got a bil'
They gotta deal with the sisters
In pursuit of happiness
I ask God to Will Smith us
Blessed are the meek
We inherit Earth and then we
A's and we grading you with the letter four
I mean the letter F-O-you-are
Tryin to say you a G?! I'm like Oh-you-are?
Don't be talkin all them lies like
the man that trust in the Lord
Blessed is the man that trust in the Lord
Blessed is the man that trust in the Lord
We not weak
We not scared
We not afraid
the light
Cuz we're ten toes down for our Sons and daughters
And the Lord above us is the only judge we honor
We were built by God to keep rockin' regardless
one and the same.
We are all one spirit. We are all one name.
We are the father, mother, daughter and son.
From the dawn of creation, we are one.
We
the bench son
Which side are you on, boy? Who will stand to defend us?
Which side are you on, my lord? If you ain't with us, you against us
We drawing a line
Oh, I'm blessed (blessed)
And all I ain't got is my breath (breath)
You stole it the first time we met
You're more than I deserve
People say I'm
daughters uh hoe
And our sons to live by f&n
It's about time that we came up
Whether deep blue sea or flamed up
Whether free on the street or chained up
B.O.O.S.T.E.R.G.O.L.D
B.O.O.S.T.E.R.G.O.L.D
I just talked to God on the ouija
Board
Don't play yourself
Cuz son you next
Everything on my accord
Its
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
boy r smooth in the kitchen
Told your girl dont wait up im a man on the mission
Used to pray to god for this and i think he was listening
Blessed all
officer, crooked officer
We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir
We been struggling to make it, in America too long
All we want to do is live
officer, crooked officer
We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir
We been struggling to make it, in America too long
All we want to do is live
found, men it's amazing
You made it all from scratch, ain't no phony, this ain't tracing
Take you all church imma show you how we do it tho
How we praise
a blessing
To my folks I'm a threat and I call it progressing
All my niggas are ballers
We just do what we does
We ain't even stressing
And my girl be
remember you
As gentle as a lamb
Forgiven for all we have done
You offer your only son and daughter
Our history together leads me to say that
I have been
wouldn’t even call her grand mom
We called her by her nickname
And I wanted to be just like her"
I Was selling that dope
Selling that dope up inda’ corner
Husband Bassem? Where are her
Daughters, Mirna, Fatima
Zaina and their grandmother? Where is
Zainab Dean and her
Son Jeremiah? Where is Ligaya Moore? Where
sons
I stay the hypnotizer, style's a tranquilizer
Got you feelin' all loose, wettin' up the goose
The great Datty X and I'm hear to say
You can
eyes
You can always count on me I'll be right by your side
We rise together through stormy weather
Forever and ever
cs you read this letter always
the Hardaway
If it's all work when do me and my kids play
It ain't magic I had to get that penny the Hardaway huh
For your sons and your daughters
What have you
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