Lyrics:
I never will forget my love anachie
Down came her father and he's standing by the door
Saying jeannie you're trying the tricks of a whore
You care
Lately, my patience is in short supply
Nothing good seems to ever come from all this work
No matter how hard I try
You know I believe in the Son, I
three doors down
Here I am just sittin' round
Waitin' on the world to change
Must've blocked the whole game out
All that I could think about was
it away
You gotta give it away
As we live
Moving side by side
May we learn to give
Learn to sacrifice
Love is like a river
Flowing down from
on the other hand, had no father, and his mother
I wish
Well, she was not quite beautiful
I wish my son were not a fool
I wish my house was not a mess
I
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
from across the hall
[dr. dooom] we're ya neighbors next door down on the next floor
[jacky jasper] see ya at twelve midnight comin over
[jacky
by the chosen one (sing it man)
(So let it be written)
(So let it be done)
(To kill the first born pharaoh son)
I'm creeping death
Now, let my people
Drink Kirschwasser from a shell
San Francisco show and tell
Well I should know by now
That it's just a spasm
Like a Sunday in T.J.
That it's cheap
and who I'd come for
She said "I'm sorry, son, but no one by that name lives here anymore"
My father's house shines hard and bright
It stands like a beacon
to see her one son get loud
Flip on a sucker! - And bow to the crowd!
Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4,
Live in action, guaranteed
on the other hand, had no father, and his mother
I wish
Well, she was not quite beautiful
I wish my son were not a fool
I wish my house was not a mess
I
She had her father's blue eyes
He left home before she arrived
Mama named her Grace
Just getting by on her own
When Grace was 15 she ran from
in Houston around nine
Warehouse live was my worst show ever
Niggas damn near got booed off stage
I performed like my first show ever
Women in
the game dividing the pies by three
Then we got famish
So we set standards
Very similar to the ten crack commandments
Some couldn't take it
Others got
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
I broke the law and I used a gun
I broke the Ten Commandments one by one
I always wished that I had a son
Just to teach him not to
I lived in
make good
Can't stand my father and love my momma
Still I try, god can you explain why
[Chorus:]
I live my life under pistol, 'cause lately love
Made him far from alone
Yes, the creatures he kept
Made him far from alone
"I have only one son
In Chicago for life
He is separate from me
They say, "give yourself a chance son, don't let life pass you by".
But the world of reality is a rat race where only the strongest survive,
It's a dog
Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down
They say, "give yourself a chance son, don't let life pass you by".
But the world of reality is a rat race where only the strongest survive,
It's a dog
They say, "give yourself a chance son, don't let life pass you by".
But the world of reality is a rat race where only the strongest survive,
It's a dog
A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds
And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
They dance like a great
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