Lyrics:
but women get lonely sometimes, now she has the house
His son in college had dropped out,
To expand his mind.
And Sarah, his daughter had not spoken
We survive, it's more than pride, we stay alive, ready to ride
Today the paper say Timothy McVeigh's in hell
So everything's okay and all must be
know of in the south
The tide has turned slowly to the west
In their eyes we’re pigs for the slaughter
They’ll take your first sons and all ya precious
Just lettin' y'all know
I started real low
Like a sip in a straw
Now you see me drip in the parking lot
Surrounded by autobots
But I'm feeling mega,
All I ever wanted
Was a new 600
A big booty cutie
And a little bit of money
There I was on the scene
Barely 16
The things that I seen
Could make
heard
Nigga I'm the one
On behalf of my two daughters
Ima turn y'all to my sons
Spend a third of my life on the curb
With no gun
Got jumped by four niggas
a helping hand they want to see blood
And these days
I know that god be so mad
Daughters disrespect their mothers like sons do their dads and these days
I
a helping hand they want to see blood
And these days
I know that god be so mad
Daughters disrespect their mothers like sons do their dads and these days
I
be
But I wonder do you think of me
Do you think of me 'cause I'm thinking of
All I wanted was to keep this love alive (yeah)
And all I wanted is to be
)
The realest alive, come and meet with me
I'm in your city, bad bitches gon' link with me (link up)
First class, I don't check bags, I just carry on all this
think i'll play them when i get around
To it
Oh am I the same person I was before
Oh am I even my mothers daughter anymore
I think I left a part of me in
to the next
One flexed and the other one flexed
And now both of em rest in peace
Deceased by a beast that chews from the inside
Eats at your pride
Leave a man
job is secondary, in some military
He throws them to an ?electric camp? that wasn't voluntary
His daughter's name is Sherry, his sons are Tom
mums at (heaven)
Treat the music like I trap
I get funds up
Labbin' all night till the suns up (ooh whoa)
I treat the riddim like a op its gettin
Disgusted, by the church that we've become
The mission field is littered with the bones of our own sons
We are the cannibals, eating our own alive, while
to orphans
Ah shit
I made em my sons and my daughters
I ground em 6 feet 7 feet under gardens
And I'm pardoned cause
It's in honour of President Carter
I'm
"Hello, boys and girls
Today, we're gonna talk about father and daughter relationships
Do you have a daddy?
I'll bet you do
Who's your daddy?"
grab her
By her blood-soaked hair
And tell her shit's gon' be
Alright on my end
I'm glad it happened this way
Back in my daughter's life again
Ain't it
Burn em alive
Them demons inside
Niggas gone die
He won't know why
Fuck off my dick
I'm fucking ya daughter
Ya nieces ya sisters ya cousins
Pussy ass
I wanna see heaven come
Your kingdom now
Show me a people fully alive
Fully surrendered in the secret places
Fully awake standing in the light
By
Harriet
Too alive like twins in the womb, come hither, consume
All of my memories from past and present like two identities
Logic fallin' off is
now we're children of the King
The favored sons and daughters, saved by the blood of Jesus
So tell me death, where is your vict'ry and tell me grave
now we're children of the King
The favored sons and daughters, saved by the blood of Jesus
So tell me death, where is your vict'ry and tell me grave
as falling snow
Raven hair as black as water
Lips as red as blood on snow
For such a daughter I would barter
All my sons, I'd let them go"
No sooner had
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