Lyrics:
Godfather 3
And do a fly by
Time to rip and hit and strangle
I eat Guardian Angels
And toy emcees
With their names on the front page
I bury in shallow graves
nearer than they appear.
If god made sheep to be sheared
& we was slaughtered,
Then the thought of sons & daughters in this war zone
Was a conclusion
run a rhythm driven father to the son the harder they come the harder they fall
It's hard on us all, all in all we call them all to account
Oz gimme
on into the 50s?
Do you hear Lincoln turning over in his grave?
That's the Republican Revolution.
Wealth care, fun control, public broad bashing.
rule, now we panic...
Prepared for battle, been sold for slaughter,
Say goodbye to Son and Daughter, The Future; a dying matter...
Want to live?
And all the prayers of their mothers
Dutiful daughters
Dutiful sons
Sha la la goes the rattle and hum
From the hearth
Of a Midwestern home
Sha la la goes
The day he pours out his spirit upon all flesh to make way for prophecy
But first, we must be led by the spirit
Walk in the spirit and crucify the flesh
meant
Lil never had a daddy seen him ride by In his cadi
With a fatty looked me right in my eyes
Why you never told me took the time out your schedule
Woke up in my ride that I apparently crashed
Choked up but I'm fine not even a scratch
The interstates were closed three hours ago
Now empty cars all
neguh. If I see him in the streets, I’m a kill him.
Cause the law ain’t do shit, and we cain’t prove it. All I can ask is Lord protect my step-kids.
I
the graves, we all settle when we raised by the metal
Crack vials made us act wild
Gangsters look where we at now
Behind prison gates or buried in grounds
Role
leaders
Close their eyes and turn their heads
Aren't we all on the same side
What if my sons class was closing down, by brothers house the bank sold
doesn't
Just let him have his way with her
He should have a dozen regrets by now but the
Look on his face isn't one of regret
He smothers her, gets in
You have given us
A new name
The sons and daughters of your righteousness
You have taking all of our shame
And given us the gift of holiness
and black hoodies
God'll prolly have me on
Some real strict shit no sleepin' all day
No gettin' my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies
Loungin' in
life
Embracing my son and daughter the good life
Getting some things in order the good life
And I gotta good wife... that's a good life
Yeah, And you
in all caps 'til a lower case pending
I live by the cold of the realest
A cold day in hell 'fore they take me back in or I'm snitching
Pray for me
my mom live out her years out in the sun
Nana eatin' good, Dom be doin' the runs
Never underestimate the power of your son
Hold up, I got at least
the messenger
Bitch niggaz talk behind ya back like a catcher
Either M-Y-O-B or B-Y-O stretcher
In that order, man, woman ,son, daughter
The beat sound like
Son of God on the rise
Daily sword slay the lies
Caught you all by surprise
You bout to know me
Son of God on the rise
Daily sword slay the lies
has passed since my hand touched paper
Buried now in the days of yore
Ground and faded, my life's work obscured
Lost in volumes of forgotten lore
Hear
the flood of Nile
Leave your sons and dear daughters
They will still stay awhile
While the river flows
While the river flows
Sorrow's sister human joy
Shall
Sacrifice
My sane to balance
I'm at levels fathomed
Only by am exorcist
Grab your cross your blessed water
Pray to son
And holy father
Say a hail Mary with
panic
Sacrifice
My sane to balance
I'm at levels fathomed
Only by am exorcist
Grab your cross your blessed water
Pray to son
And holy father
Say
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