Lyrics:
the Prince
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
All three were beautiful of face, but vile and black of heart
The young lad had no father, and his mother-
I wish
of wisdom, but hey
I don't see him anymore (aye)
Look like he gave up a score (aye)
Man I'm knocking on the door
Dad, you got to live life
You gotta be free
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
twenty-five years of bein' locked down, twenty-three and one
My father has not called any shots
From one of the most secure and segregated prisons in
twenty-five years of bein' locked down, twenty-three and one
My father has not called any shots
From one of the most secure and segregated prisons in
And the whites think our lives waste
I guess that makes sense with our blood washed in the sewage, as the blood rains
We coming from our Father, return
from across the hall
[dr. dooom] we're ya neighbors next door down on the next floor
[jacky jasper] see ya at twelve midnight comin over
[jacky
life
You're the only father that I ever new
Who's your daddy
Who's your daddy
As you live many years
Things take on a repeat
You're the only father that
is going
Down by 20 per cent every year i just
Talked to the superintendent, met
With Michael Sacks, that’s Ron's
Right hand man so
I think it's
Holy Mary, Mother of God
Pray for us sinners
Now and at the hour of our death, amen
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit
their property
Word to Samson, the tongue will get you hung
I had a friend, they murdered his father and his three-year-old son
I heard him cursin'
The Festival?!
LUCINDA
What, you wish to go to the Festival?
ALL THREE
The Festival?
The King's Festival?
NARRATOR
And her father had taken for his new wife
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
Circled by arcane and evil books
Scouring them for any hint of knowledge.
Charles, Jim and Will
A father's son who doesn't know his dad
Suddenly he wishes
body stepping
From the room, and as the door closed
The father could feel his own last
Breath race from his lungs
SUCKA
You beat down my father and you raped my mother Africa
And now you want to laugh at her
I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya
Snatch
but after they little hopes and dreams get broken
Me and Hi-Tek, we live long and prosper like Vulcans
Think I'm jokin'? We both got sons, we make
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
on the cement floor
And closed the door behind me
I came back into the house through the Dungeon
From another door into the kitchen
And said, "This is not how
seen that nigga earlier know what I'm sayin')
Nah fuck that, go, go open the window real quick son
Open that fuckin window
(You gonna take him from
Expressions Of Your Grace
Daily As I Live
Often As I Breathe
Let My Whole Life
Be Expressions Of Your Grace
We Cry Abba Father
Hallowed Be Your Name
As I Live
Often As I Breathe
Let My Whole Life
Be Expressions Of Your Grace
We Cry Abba Father
Hallowed Be Your Name
Hallowed Be Your Name
ha, ha, ha
All three were beautiful of face, but vile and black of heart
Jack, on the other hand, had no father, and his mother
I wish
Well, she
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