Lyrics:
must be paid
Not by us but our sons and daughters
* Refrain
the things I heard
It was harder times and longer days
Five miles to school, uphill both ways
We were cane-switched raised, and dirt-floor poor
'Course
score
(Working for the black gas)
Cowboy number one
A born-again poor man's son
(Poor man's son)
On the air America
I modeled shirts by Van Heusen
at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
But respect ain't just something that?s understood in our time
Especially by our kind man I hate it
, part son
Origin of love
Now the gods grew quite scared of our strength and defiance
And Thor said:
"I'm gonna kill them all with my hammer
Like
at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
But respect ain't just something that?s understood in our time
Especially by our kind man I hate it
church come on and sing
If you've been washed by the water
Your old came up new
If you're a son or a daughter
Go on raise up a hallelujah
Got joy in
the throne up in our home were called to lead the way
For our sons and daughters through disorder must combat to stay
Go away no we won't we gotta choose to go
Met a girl by the name of Miss Fortune
Her daddy was a very rich man
He told me, "Son, proceed with caution
If you wanna take my little girl's
pay the ransom
For you and for me
We're no longer outcasts
We're daughters and sons
Born of His Spirit
And washed by His blood
God gave us a purpose
He
The Arrival
Leaving by the same door from which he had come in,
He finds some sort of freaks ghetto on the other side.
When they catch sight
knows we need it
Won't you rearrange the space we think is right?
'Cause we all fall
And we all cry
And we all stand on idly by
And sing
And we are
make a move
Then body them
Rich should arm the poor to armor them
2nd amendment that a sponsor them
Any die then we a martyr them
As the sons
we are
We are the lost generations, we are the sons you left behind
We are your daughters husbands, not able to provide,
what you expect we should, we
no more
For the English they told us, they needed water to pour
The sound of laughter from our sons and daughters
Would soon be replaced by seventy
A mother and her son daddy is a vagabond
Asking for change his life went down the drain
All because of a little baggy filled with stuff
Was caught in his
of unrelenting love
Rescue every daughter, bring us back the wayward son
And by Your spirit, breathe upon them, show the world that You alone can save
You alone
to be poor to be employed by a dropped out
I'm everything iam cause mama loved me
She taught me how to pray
She really prayed for me
God is number one
I'm
daughter and my son when the time come
Teach them 'bout their heritage and where they come from
Teach them 'bout their family history and then some
I've
Yo Malik Blunt
Whassup?
Tell me how you like your grits man
Man I like all kinds of grits son
I just don't like them sticky grits
eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove.
Who can faint while such a river
Ever flows their thirst to assuage?
Grace
By white people, and for white people. Native americans,
Blacks, and all other non-white people, were to be the
Burden bearers, for the real
the darkness
Come out of the night
We're sons and we're daughters
We're children of light
The struggles you carry
Oh bring them to Christ
His yoke is so easy
His
your way into oblivion
Sons and daughters, the ill and the blind
Pissant thieves you're all out of mind
Those at the front and far behind
Bit by bit you
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