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Father to Son

Charles & Eddie

Duophonic

1992

A single mother
Struggles hard;
Her child's neglected,
In her own backyard.
An absent father;
The T.V.'s on;
A little reminder
That hope is

Square Three

Buck 65

Square

2003

Buck 65-Square 3


[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist

exciting amnesty
This moment flowed breathlessly
The outlaw brawler by side is destiny
Calm disposition ostensibly
Immediately lauded him ineffably
Both

Skit
The kid from Africa,precisely Ghana
One of the best to ever gab the mic
He represents MTK , represents the youth of Africa
He use to go by

Step one. Hit the gas
Step two. Drop knowledge fast
This ain't nothin for you to fear
Just somethin you got to hear
Like little kids in trouble
I'm

daddy was dranking like big whales from depression
He pass that shit right down to me
Meanwhile my sister a goody two shoes and I'm just getting worst by

Blasian on the track boy
I'm not worried bout they plans
I'm just focused past expanse
And this can't be overstated
I just hope they understand
They

tryna get by, I mean do you blame me
Street hustlers raised me
If I was up for adoption guess who would claim me
One oh nine hookers and weed niggas who

That's me
It started with belief but shit's in my genes
Know that I represent me
I don't need no one else to believe
Just gotta little dream that I gotta

Ayo what YouTube and Soundcloud and all the things
It's your boy Beefy
Just doing the things like you do em
You know what I'm saying
Ayo tell em how

Feelings away
You could turn me up a little louder
Nah you could of stopped me by the uhm beginning verse
I push my feelings away
Put my faith into

fish
(Excuse me bartender Hennessy please)
Across the board
I'm a dangerous spitter
Rocking out like
Goth angel sinner
I'm not your boy
Or your

me and you, boy

And as the years go by
Our friendship will never die
You're gonna see it's our destiny
You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend

got me lively
Call me Blake
Make no mistake
All it take
A few words to
Change your destiny
Therein lies the key
To why I do things a little bit

this by myself
But I need some help from somebody else
Take shots at me, I don't care
Just be prepared to say your prayers
Boy I swear you'll see them

Intro


Yeah 
Oh Yeah
Yeah
Listen


Verse 1
 
I reminisce when i was a little boy
Locked inside my room filled with guns and those were my toys 

with me and others so little?
I'm calm to the bones
But at times they get brittle, uh
I maintain the mind state to have faith in a storm
I call mom, let

ruthless
I'm the type of person to diss Judas
And still not be called foolish
I am rooted in the word
I observe and I learn
Just like my boy Lucas
The actors

a rise 
Self investing 
Maybe I’m Amazed 
By my gift and blessings 
No imagination 
Destiny is destined
I was sleeping resting 
Underestimated 
But now

so I can dance like a little boy
So just take a chance, do your praise in advance
Just rejoice in The King, and praise His name with your dance
There's

A little nigga with a big dream dirty Money trying get it clean
My lifes a movie no big screen Fairytale story that was fit for a rich king
Eating

Yeah
Now let me tell you a little story
About a young boy from the hood
He did as much as he could
To get himself some food
Nothing at home
So he

Well imagine there's a madman sittin' on the hill
Daddy's little boy, and he's gonna get his fill
What about God made the angels rebel
Rather be

a Kapatown beast, a hood baby
I ain floss, I'm too grateful, boy the kasi life dangerous
When they call us for that saucin they should know they should know