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(yeah yeah), ooh-ooh

Look
I been speakin' for the misguided sons 
And the dead fathers
As I walk through the shadow of death
Where we tread waters

there was more to the story than that
'Cause she plays things down but according to that
He went missing one day in the morning he ran
She's doing

All of us the devil's sons
Hating love and loving hate
None of us obedient ones
By nature, we deserved Your wrath
No one can boast about the lives we

feel this time that his time finna end
He got 3 sons and a daughter he provide for
Ain't got no family when he gone who gon look out for em
Now he

Real Raw

Craig Mack

Project: Funk Da World

1994

licks get the kicks like the Chinese connection
Like Damien, the Omen son, I won't run
I never ran, fryin MC's like the Sudan
Craig Mack is like

The Park

Coolio

Slam

1998

(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(A-dubba-dubba-dah!)

[Coolio]
We live in a society created by an empire
that`s based

and around and around
What goes up mi seh must come down
Seek salvation before it gets too late
Only Jesus can make it straight

Live by the gun yuh gonna die

is a motherfucker
You see the black smoke burning
Straight to your brittle lungs
The ash that you're breathing is your fucking son

Gag the father

man I’ll ching down any civilian
Militant move, Jesus crew, tryna come preach to you
Try do 3 that day, only got 2 on a back road avenue
Kilburn high

to slow down
It's flying by like when I'm bout throw down
But right now i'm getting psyched out
But I gotta calm down and just live life now 

He's always

Harold Wilson is my name, son
Why don't you sit a spell
I live right here on the Fergusson Road
At the Paradise Motel

And though you do not

sitting there,
Pouring sadness in his glass and combing hard work through his hair

He looked up at the boy,
He said son sit on down,
Let me tell you about

As a nation in the Caribbean we are free That means no slavery
Free to chase our dreams... free to embrace our cultures
Free to live for the almighty

swings
Something stinks
Hand on heart
Tears apart
Live thy life
Life lets live
Smoke some more
Do the chores
PlayStation
Vacation
Take a jab
Google map

done by me
When I leave this mean world, when I'm done
I'll leave it for you, I need none
And make this incomplete life in a complete one

Son, look,

he came to he was hangin by his straps
Upside down in the ditch
He heard somebody say I don’t believe it he’s alive
He’s one lucky son of a bitch
He

I'm not a father|I'm a kill a mother fucker if they touch my son or my daughter|If I have a seed they supposed to bury me|Not me bury them but that's

doctor said we'll  try do all we could do
He just smiled and said father I love you

 Six years in and out going up and down
I prayed oh save my son turn

down in the mid summer heat
It's a trip that I'll always remember, I'll never forget
A father and son telling stories and laughing, snatching victory

Shaking the oak tree to its core
The smell of the smoke from the gunfire soared
Three holes left in the wooden back door

Raven Road oh Raven Road, Raven

here

But my father told me, "son, stand up tall, the world is too crowded to live without love"
And that's when she walked right through my front

sound
By working out of doors
Long John: True friendship and adventure are what we can't live without
All: And when you're a professional pirate
Bad

dukes too
Tears streaming down her pretty face
She got her palms to it
My life is getting too wild
I need to bring some sort calm to it
Bout to lose it

Jesus, we live in a world where it's so easy to be distracted from you
So many false idols teach us to worship ourselves
Father, I pray for a reset