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how could the church let children be killed I can't even imagine how you felt in that strange place all by yourself when you said anything.. they got
the anxious faces I see It seems our whole life we’ve been doing time (oh no) And all I can think about is How you gonna lose that frown Try to put on a smile
and your hoe got hundreds of miles on her Holding a 40 Glock rolling up moon rocks Mix it with OG I’m on the moon now Miss me with all of that if it
Two point three kids and a TV They always get off scot-free Innocent bystanders stand by They found god and they say that "God loves all" I don't buy
you Oh Lord, I just die Your beauty's like nothin I've seen in my life I'll love you forever Long after I'm gone Past the gates of Heaven Our love will
thing I'm certain of Oh lord, bless this, thy hand-grenade Whose name Do you have on you How're you gonna find the truth Whose name Do you have on you
You see There's a lot of hardships and struggles within our lives If we evolved more you think we could fly That's the type of thing that's on my
love as our leverage If something's gotta give that means someone's gotta take And staring at the steps ain't the way we elevate Remember those times I
drought Our lord will save 'em, my vote don't count That's what they'll say to ease their conscience Then pray to prophets that pay their profits Sell
Seems so long ago I found you there in the cold And I held you You were delighted find someone so kind The days passed me by And your memory stayed
the drought You may see me as a criminal My music is subliminal our Shadows can be cynical to spiritual and physical chaos Surrounded by the ones who settle I
cop out here is racist Yall just banging with your set it's all gang related If you gonna always hold them down that's pre meditated Oh you don't got
and I’ll dismiss it And end your bloodline 'cause we the fittest Clean off that ting No feds fi see Fingerprints on these Mans on his knees Begging oh lord
Whoops, That's Gonna Leave a Mark! Fuck your home and fuck your leader You're nothin' at all than a bunch of kiddo (Kiddo) Your hoe at a station:
to turn nightmares into better days Had to go our separate ways Had to make my rainy days confetti when we celebrate cause All i know It's been a long time
them blacks, browns and queers now so Buy our shit Oh look here's another rainbow sticker boop So woke We feel so good by doing the bare minimum
Ghetto boy dyna All seek for is ki iremi koma koja mi We can actually come to this life same day same month same mother same form Our destiny is
our broken relationship My focus shift, my lady’s pissed She said I’m tired of dealing with all your fucking abandonment. And I’m leaving I heard that
The Wake (Byström) Manus The wake of your faith will come That´s what he told me son Oh won´t you carry me Blinded by love, we shall see Oh take
Another mother got to bury her son Either you get carried in a casket Or you carried a gun Where I'm from though it's usually both We keep a uzi
CHASE YOUR DREAM WITH EVERY ZEAL AND HOLD ON TIGHT TO YOUR SPECIAL GIFT CUS YOU ARE MEANT TO BE THE BEST OH DON'T GIVE UP DON'T GIVE IT IN CHASE YOUR
For my people in the front (front) In the nosebleed section (section) This is for the heads that's loving the mix My people in the front, all
shit to prove his loyalty When he beat up a couple of Flying Dutchmen to help protect Maria Mother Pedro said, "Son, welcome to our family" They
You aint gon keep playing games this whole time Imma whole lotta trouble Im Milton Bradley son So all aboard But before You walk inside Leave yo
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