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teach your sons to
Not live by a gun
And to not live like the sons of Katie Elder
I think you'd understand Katie Elder
That a man is just a man Katie

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye
Live, fuck a guide, rather die than get by
I'm gonna shine on my mind then it's mine
Time after time

by tomorrow you
could melt away
Now it's time I take a chance
Give me more than just a glance
I don't want to watch you go
So finally I'm going to say

He Said, why don't you come and join my flock
I see you my son, you sure been wander'en a lot
You stuck like Lot, even tho I'm call'en you out
No doubt

me
I don't want to live no more
I'm tired of this pain
Feelin like I was used
Feeling tired and angry
I don't have real friend
They all hate me

I'm

was good, you
know what I mean.
So what can I say man, what a fantastic experience! Something that will live with me for the rest of my life,
no doubt

on record
Seen her son lying lifeless
Evidence ignored
We ain't seen no lien like this
But y'all the one's supposed to be righteous
Well I can't tell
I can't

ass
You up out of here, nigga
By murder, or by hardcore styles
It took hardcore styles for your ass to walk
You walkin' nigga
You don't even come out no

dads, sons, daughters, friends, neighbours and co-workers. We will honour them by becoming the people and the nation we can and should be. So I ask you

(Too, too tired)
I would love to truly live
I really feel alive without a soul without a spirit
No energy to keep runnin' through fire that's within it
So

fearless
Love more wholeness
Meditation
Heart wide
My hearts wide, our hearts wide, hearts wide

My heart's wide, in awe, surprised, no more suppressed
Just

Sweet was her breath,
tasted by mine          Words are more effective when
concealed             Through the halflight on her
body             My fearful

That angel, she was waiting there behind the door
That angel, she's a clever one, the Devil was no more

She said, "Beelzebub will make each breath

Like a stove, back when it's way too cold and we didn't have it
My mama need a few more minks and some more karats
I gotta grind, no need for clockin',

bless your kids I had one wish
At 18 bitch I wished it be more famous that Eminem with a gift
Make rap hits then got sidetracked by the drugs and glitz

take a long walk
Maybe I should put my got damn phone down
Maybe I should do a lil more
Maybe I should stop by my grandmas house
I was thinkin' 'bout

of the safes is
We don't make mistakes here, we don't take no breaks here
My son is like a work of art, his father's like Shakespeare
I've done

Twice Inna Lifetime

Mos Def

Black Star

1998

but after they little hopes and dreams get broken
Me and Hi-Tek, we live long and prosper like Vulcans
Think I'm jokin'? We both got sons, we make

of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if

They'd form a single-file line, carry on with some last goodbyes
All dressed in black, they'd cry, cry, cry, cry
You can't hurt no more inside when

Lemme tell you, mothafucka, it's a new day
No more friends, cuz if you lose one, that's heartache
No more blind love, that shit will tear you a new one

Meet the Parents

Jay-Z

The Blueprint²: The Gift & the Curse

2002

thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by

proving me wrong
They're all singing hallelujah
Keep two eyes open
'Cause jackals live by the candlelight

We've got a mountain to climb
But I ain't

The Set Up

Nas

It Was Written

1996

Uh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Q.B. since 1933 (no doubt)
To '96 ('96, motherfucker)
Check the shit
('96, Escobar 600)
Check the shit

My mind set, son