Lyrics:
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
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
at last turn 65
And could retire
And the sons become the fathers
And the daughters will be wives
As the torch is passed from hand to hand
And we
ends the same in the long run
Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his only son
And how it's only voices in your
downstairs to the kitchen
Clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the back door key
Stepping outside she is free
She
(We gave her most of our lives
the long run
Try telling that to the desperate father
Who just squeezed the life from his only son
And how it's only voices in your head
And dreams you've
starting to feel like a second
I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
My son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven
Lord forgive
selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT
Run up in city
stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul
mother
Who loves the day but lives another
That once was hers
The worried father, long lost lover
Brushes ashes with his broom
Rehearses jokes
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his Murcielago
From working
eyes
He said son I love you, goodbye
His plane touched down in Texas
He pulled out his phone
Dialed in the number, got the machine
Of his old
they thinking how we get this far?
We was just down by three and they thought we took a loss
They couldn't deem me like Earl Boykins, I'm sticking soft
between hugs and blows)
Down on a half darkened street
Fathers' and sons' lives repeat
And something there turns them
Down those lawless avenues
En
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
if he is a girl?
What would I do with her?
What could I do for her?
A bum with no money
You can have fun with a son
But you got to be a father
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
never will forget me love Anachie
Down came her father and he's standing by the door
Saying Jeannie your trying the tricks of a whore
You care nothing
of everything,
Not handled, greedy handlers
Brought down and destroyed
By their own ways
Liars! Liars! Smoking on pipes.
Dimwit fires
Who Just throw it in
down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
just received his medal
It was just an old hand me down Ford
With three speed on the column and a dent in the door
A young boy, two hands
By michael mcdonald and chester thompson
From a house comes the sound of an infant crying
People stand and stare at the door
They dare not go in
I believe in God the Father
Jesus Christ, His only Son
And the blessed Holy Spirit
Distinct, yet three in one
I believe there is forgiveness
For
that weighs two tons
I took I-10 towards that Mobile sun Chased it down
Like a bandit on the run Until it set around Houston
Until it set around Houston
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