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and fortune come with a heavy price
Son, don't miss your life."
Funny you should say that, I was sitting at the gate
My daughter called, she made straight
of a father, yet a son or daughter sent to me
My path led through the darkness and has come into the light
This flower bloomed from concrete rising through
daughters
Wanna be my own barber but too indecisive
Rejection is a way that life show enlightenment
Projections of my mind thinking highly of us
Protected by
of the Master
Identity
Born of the light let it shine now
Don't be defined by the culture
Look to the one who da bless ya
Called by the father don't you run
of the Master
Identity
Born of the light let it shine now
Don't be defined by the culture
Look to the one who da bless ya
Called by the father don't you run
the gun
I stack until I could provide, to have a daughter or son
‘Cause I got people counting on me, I got people doubting on me
I got goals I need
higher than NASA
Back then I was a dead man walking
That's the enemy talking
Y'all know its a new day dawning, with the fam and we kingdom balling
I've
proud of they son out of space
Still proud of me, raised three daughters and never played safe
Still care if they proud of me, shit, this is everything
of the FathersSuffered by the sons and daughtersSins of the FathersSuffered by the sons and daughters Orphans in the worldNobody would dare adopt usSins of the Father
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I
give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one
abused, sick of nervous breakdowns
Addiction hit me, white lines and alcohol
Smoking weed, was numb to it all
Don't walk by, spare a thought for this
of wisdom he already knew by the Spirit of God. Therefore, we see that the prophet may prophesy, but the message he brings may not be simple prophecy at all
to complicate it
That man's a rapist
And a common product
Of this problematic nation
We as men are all responsible
Its time for us to change it
Tell my daughters
destiny in the one who created me
And, As I leave you here
I ask that you remember one thing
You're God's son, you God's daughter
And there's a reason that
There was a time when the peoples here were at peace
So let me describe it to you if it were all in cerise
Now prepare for the present to fade
the keys to our fair land?
Why don't you meet me at the border
We can see for once and all how they're defined
I am a son and you're a daughter
And I can't
give me a chance
See that I can be the guy to care for her
And I'd say-ay
Mrs. Bass I'd like to ask your daughter
If she wouldn't mind sometime I called
kids the things that you created
And still you wonder why your daughter has all of her rage
Part of its me I should has spoke up when I had the chance
I
before I had a fan
Wasn't shady, but my lady called me an Afghanistan
After Iraq, did it for my daughter, Sending money back
No return, never had my mind
not until I gotta gun
40 caliber up on me, it'll hit you or you run
All these pussy ass niggas, either daughters or my sons
Try to run up on my shorty,
were natives there called guanches, guanches by the score
bullet's, disease the portugese, they weren't there any more
now they're gone, they're gone,
slaughter
Every move I make Do it for my daughters
My son my little King second me
Don't call him a copy call him a better me
Teach him Wamology that
thought life is worthless
Until you showed me who I am
Not here by mistake
No luck, only grace
I'm on my way to
Who I am (not who I was), I am (forgiven
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