Lyrics:
she was born
In Baton Rouge
Her favorite song is “In My Life”
I memorized her every move
I knew her books, her car, her clothes
But I paid no
feel the rays on me
We could take it slow, just tell me when to go shorty
You ain't been the same when you
'Round and that weigh on me
Blowin' by
Hearing a song in my mother's womb
Soon as I being born, this is where I belonged
Repeating my father in every month of June
Glooming reality and I
you know I am right here
Waiting for you to expect something more?
For I am warm, I am calling you close to my table
Where I have made us a feast
The ghosts of old-world fathers
The songs of silent daughters
The sound of empty bottles
(But it did happen)
All keepsakes that I'll take
When I go
liquors?
For Will, Bokeem, Bar, Pappy, my niggas
Here's another Warrior Song from Nasty and Quan
It's to him I pass the baton to carry this on
Street's
the words
For a simple song to be heard
By the rest of the world
Chorus
My Hometown, green and breadth of land
My Hometown, stretch of clear white sand
Soft
laughing
That's why I'm laughing
That's why I'm laughing now
Years gone by
Looking at my father's smile
Way up high
The kite he made can really fly
Quick
me that I'm my father's son
When that was just an accident of birth
I'd rather look around me, compose a better song
'Cause that's the honest
every day I am
I don't know, it's just the way I am
Sometimes I just feel like my father
I hate to be bothered with all of this nonsense
It's
There is always a ray of hope
In every darkness
And my Father says
You are my child
So I won't forsake you
I'm at your side
Through the good times
the boardwalks of Coney Island
Waving at the geese as they fly by
A melody besieged my ear
A nightingale was climbing up my leg (with flowers)
I shocked
Good thoughts and good times
I'll slay these demons on my own
One by one
He crossed the desert and the high plains
To go find where he came from
He'd
my garbage can
Cold metal, gets in my blood
And my attitude
Yeah, a huh
Threw my hide in an automobile
Heard a song called "Drive the wheel"
the queen of my life
May I behave how she likes
Always
Always
How to take that seething song
Put it away and just move on
Put it away and just move on
Always
My country ‘tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims’ pride.
From every mountainside
Let
Ten minutes till midnight I see you in my dreams
When you're loading up your ray gun and taking aim at me
Released into the darkness, what is
my DNA, you see it started with my pops
In his hayday he probably put your Father in a box
In my hayday, I probably put the product in my sock
Ain't
deserve me
Can You imagine me?
Saying no to thoughts that try to control me
Remembering all You told me
Lord, Can You imagine me?
Over what my mama
Verse 1
Whenever I hear the song of a bird or look at the blue, blue sky, whenever I feel the rain on my face or the wind as it rushes by, whenever I
Mother Earth Father Sky by Indigie Femme
There is artwork to be made creative process when you were born
Mother left you they say father said
to roam
He's a man of poor fortune
And far from his home
Once I was a young man
And the bird sang my song
And gold was the road
That I walked along
But I
day
I know where I come from
Where I come from
I know my father's song
I know his song
I know he's calling me
He's calling me
Said I know my father's
proclaim a lasting peace
Open the blinds, let the light in
Stand in the amorous rays
Rise up in the name of liberty
Throw out my fascist berets
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