Lyrics:
poor atonement
hopin' the thought that there isn't really more condones it
but don't it ever seem strange and deranged to see art work with no author's
Father was born by Daisy May Welch
Mister was a barber, never learned to drive
In the old house his brother's first son
Next to where the eldest died
the waters you give
Come and nourish our souls, we need your gift to live
I sit by the window pane
Waiting for the wind to rain
When will it fall down
no more this millennium
It's never again to me or anyone
So think harder when you refer to us
Rather make our children martyrs than murderers
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch.
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side,
But he
Fingaz]
A'yo no fuckin around, buckin around
Duckin 'em down, believe me son, shuttin 'em down
If you commercial put yo' ass under the ground
That's why
you and got in the bed,
With your mother, and you knew she knew about it,
But daddy always told her to keep quiet about it.
Now no one will ever know,
wait and see
Seh me seh
Them know afi do it
Certified brand lemmi show you how we roll it
Got more verse than the Bible so mi nuh need no poet
Smooth
kids how much you used to love
When everything is gone
And Cupid doesn't exist no more
Everything will turn into a nightmare
Where will nobody to wake up
Jesus facts
Charlton Heston was no Moses have you ever seen where Egypt at
What is it about the truth that you I felt the need to teach us that
Maybe you
all alone just sitting by the phone
Praying he make it home before his sons all grown
But he's stuck in a cell and holidays all alone
And now he's going
A reaper with the sift
But I had a legacy
I wouldn’t forfeit
There was no escape
My problems had to be faced
Not just get erased
Death the after taste
More
trying to stack meals so the whole fam could eat, still
They try to son me, like some be seriously
Trying to outrun me? (what)
47 steps ahead of course you
at son
Had to switch the flow just one more time
Cause I'm feeling too inspired, cannot stick to my design
Everybody wants the when and the why
The what
He lost his job, then his wife, now he lost his home
He has no food, walks the streets, without a place to go!
Don't judge a man until you've walked
Yo
Yo what do they know 'bout heartache?
Heartache
How much more can my heart take?
How much P can my bars make?
I see fuckery and don't
deformed in immaculate forms
'Cause out here were the horns that were stuck with the thorns
That were hidden and more in the pain of my thoughts
Pause for
no more this millennium
It's never again to me or anyone
So think harder when you refer to us
Rather make our children martyrs than murderers
a roller, on the streets
He'd beat the young busters he used to meet
I mean scandalous, all I heard was in the contrary
Yo, that's why the Prod is no
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch.
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side,
But he
quickly passes by
So many things he wishes he could try
The word is why, why he must die
When life so precious a gift divine
No sorrow can fill her soul
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch.
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side,
But he
I was chillin with this chick i used to fuck, mary anderson
Outside the church yellin fuck mary and her son
Huh. fans be like man you're dumb
Come
When girls dressed in black they all look so lonely
And contraceptives don't get used by the horny
You can't find the key to the door in your
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