Lyrics:
older and full of emotion
I think about the child I would have had
If Sarah never had the abortion
The ghost of my son
By my side in the spirit world
History
Im like Stokely over snares in a different key
This is Malcolm X produced by a track from Premo
Im smoking like a patient bald like im getting chemo
empathises with black women with murdered sons, because their fathers probably did not have any choice but to forsake them to an early grave that 2 centuries
love
But believe in terrible people.
If we'd have a daughter and a son,
You would leave
cnd it would make
My heart full.
For chances of feeling great
sighing (Wheezing)
Breathe deep as if asleep
Can't escape pain remaining deep (Never)
Saturated blood in concrete
Running like it's a track meet
Seeming
father’s face. Yep, right in the kisser.
Dino Sore and his son tumbled out into the open air as the old codgers tussled feebly on the ground in grave
suddenly I felt all the weight
Of all of my shame and my heartbreak
Washed away buried in the grave it was over
As soon as I simply prayed the words
Father
knew you were gonna be all by yourself in the end
So where is family where are your friends is that a life that you wanna commit
That is a life that I
met my daughter
What if my son he never met me
Take my time, do it like my father
Stand up tall when you're talkin to me
When I'm faced with all of my
provin'
He's worth again
With hammer in hand he wins
Retreated to his home
Loki "died" by suicide and Odin
Sat back on the throne
Okay, let's take it back
then
This doodads, who made, by jove that's grave
Astute elementary, good enough for jazz
And that's a nice a dress you penurious ass
Don't get all
for this you will learn!!
All of before you are one in the same
Sent on a quest by the ones who bear shame
Within the gates now there is no escape
Twenty eight years ago a man was murdered in cold blood
It happened so fast he never got to hold his own son
At eighteen he lost his life for simply
man's used in the hands of them all like a tool
He's taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white
through your Son
He bled and died in our place
The victory is won
He rose up out of the grave
Our Saviour and King
Now all who call on his name
Can be saved
the roof
Raise the roof because it's all on fire
Not done by the sun or electrical wire
Not done by sons stricking matches with
birth
to man.
Raped by the wind and forced to bring life to the hundred
bastard sons.
The unholy ones will give strength for all evil to live
daughter at? With her step-dad Mom/
Mine ain't seen her in a year- man yes that's wrong/
Gotta stay strong cause i'm Mama's only son/
Who gone put
all like a tool
He's taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he
differences and care for
those in need
To look into the mirror and teach our own
damn history
And never to forget the children buried
underneath
As we sing:
Oh
more to me
It's more than us to see our sons and all our daughters eat
'Cause I got cops tryna lock me, opps out tryna slaughter me
But I stay prayed
the blood red dawn.
I've buried men before their time
Of alcohol and blackened lung
But how to bury seven of these
Appalachian miners sons.
Who stormed
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
at the bottom
Selfish and grasping for all
They'll stay by a man when he's winning and
Laugh in his face when he falls
My pal was an honest young puncher
Honest
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