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he's had
The daughters and sons bereft 
At the trial of dad
The North never forgets 
The depth of tears and sweat
He's no Lannister yet
But he's paid his

talk, that lad and I'm no wimp fam
I ain't even going to quit AFTER I'm dead

Real big spliff when I blaze in my grave
Six deep, all pale and bony as fuck

daughters and sons

Good old boys and girls
Congregating waiting in another world
With roller coaster brains
Imagine playing with trains

Good old boys

three words say it all
Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla's
Small town man, down from the holla'
Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter
We

leads them to a tranquil sense of crashing
The forefathers of folly barricade the lofty seal
Frightened by the land they confiscated
The sons

Hidden under mortar rounds
And whether by my hand, or by the barrel of a gun
The grave is gonna gain
Another one
"You have a daughter on the way," she

at the cost of our sons and daughters
Yeah, our brave sons and beautiful daughters
We're all here together fighting poison waters
Standing against the evil

There's ways to die
By the hand of the one you love
But now you're buried alive
As you're rotting six feet below

All lone
With no one by your side
Death

them dead in they face
Cus they'll swear to god they for you, but see the real, by how they play

(Lies)

People change often by the way
(Uh hu)

People

words will sting
You can't just shut me out
I watch you fall into your grave covered and buried by all your mistakes
You fuck me up and I've had enough
So

Usain Bolt speed to the cash
Money can't done
All day me check fi it, bank account me just pree it
Money haffi run, yeah, just like water
Fi me son

an island
Estranged by your laws, let your soul wisen
Grey, you become - laid in your grave 
Decomposed like scum, wishing you were brave
Fuck that, pause,

the need to hear you say it
Whatever you do, I will be there
Son, I will follow you anywhere

We are sons and daughters
We are flesh and dust
We are

and forbidden
In decomposing scent
These travesties, beliefs
All dies is burning scorn
Your children, mothers, fathers, sons
Through fire is reborn
Petrichor

Never Again shall we march like sheep to the slaughter, Never Again leave our sons and daughters. Stripped of our culture, robbed of our names, raped

like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Big black nigga and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, that got a Nike shop
Count

and daughters, buried in water
Coming up shoutin', no one doubtin'
He will hear us and be near us
We’ll be given bread from Heaven
Tell the story of His glory
It

Facing all the demons in my life I had to own to it
Boxing in a canvas solo solo had to shole prove it
Foundation built Ford tough I will not lose it

from the start
Your love for me is a field of flowers
Water me with your living waters
Your spirit lives in your sons and daughters
Fill me up with your

cold winter's night, when a fever took its toll
They buried me in the Burren, beneath a stack of sacred stones
And one by one, the druids

To think of unthinkable the horror inside
Buried in a shallow grave the means to survive
To think of unthinkable the horror inside
Buried in

Mansions of Kings

Cherryholmes

Cherryholmes II: Black and White

2007

Daughter, dear daughter, come sit by my side
While the prairie is blooming I fear for my time
I’ve seen my great crossing asleep in my dreams
Hold my

Two kids like Al Bundy, I count money
One daughter, one son, Peggy, look out honey
One hand in my pants, tryna relax after work
But I'm expected

Aye cnn cn mata grrrr grrrr paow paow

Real cemetery owner these graves n caskets can't be closed until i buried all opps 
(For real) aye cn let's