Lyrics:
Whitney's gone, by time you hear this song, she did all she could
All those women gave me superpowers, what I thought I lacked
I pray our children don't
I do not give a fuck (A fuck)
I just played some keys and some strings that I plucked (I plucked)
If you caught slippin' by me that sucks ( That's
gone
But she wasn't letting on
That she was grieving
She's bound to go
Perhaps she'll find him waiting
For his boat in some city far away
our children
Fuck where you at lets get this money nigga
It's time to come together
They want us dead they don't wan see us livin'
And they ain't never
The only thing I can say is I don't take shit
Put 'em up in some concrete, push him
Dump him off a damn bridge
I'm tripping shrooms turn a
Minion to a maniac
these fuckin' problems stackin' up, it's like I'm bound to stress
I could never catch him with his children, cause I'm bout respect
I should probably
the shit's all a trick
See, they'll make you famous while you make them rich
I feel like a cowboy, that gun on my hip
I put hoes on your block, like a nigga
wrong, then I guess you gotta shot him
That’s the typa shit that lockin' children in a cell
17 years old with no guidance in the jail
Drop it like it’s hot
Poverty-stricken and malnourished people
Washer women, beggars
Children an organ grinder plays)
Lost souls all of us searching
Never finding what we are seeking
own,
But they seem to pass me by and why I never know.
I know they want to take me, but when they see I'm Blind,
They always pick some other child
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
mother, yo, I shot and killed him
Is that what you want to get across to the children?
I guess you're not gonna be happy til it's for real
Four year
hit someone who's
Guilty we're the people who sit back
And tolerate children owning guns
And we're the ones who tune
In and watch the up-to-the-minute
thing you know
Your son is playing for money in a pinch-back suit
And listenin' to some big outta town jasper
Hearin' him tell about horse race
to Bohemian Grove
and you can see that it’s so
that the OWL is king.
And see the OWL is just symbolic of some powerful beings
The nephilim
The Fallen
the morning
You could see a single mother going to work
And supporting four of her children
Another mother mourning
Cause her son is in the dirt and he snoring
they feel
That no other man wants his woman but him??
But listen, if you think no other man wants her
Just throw her away and you will see
Some men
man wants his woman but him??
But listen, if you think no other man wants her
Just throw her away and you will see
Some men will have her before you can
wish you luck at finding me
I'm high somewhere...
I put the flow in an island, see! (Sea)
With some girls who only like niggas when
They high with me
On the other side of the stage
"We congratulate you
Helen" Corrumpere continues from the podium
There, I see him
Climbing the stairs to his family's row
"Teddy
I'm dreamin'
I love my family, gon' make sure they eating
I'm by myself so I don't need a team man
Never fail math I just count up the green man
Yeah I
as it goes by
Murder arrives, anytime
Bullets take flight when the fo'-five ignites
Some hearts skip a beat, some get blew out, and every light
Put
the devil that I'm up against
But I can't let him get the upper hand
Things that I struggled with
Rain got me stumbling
Phased by my ways and the days I was
Look here see
Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal
Found the body dead in the isles
Death by strangulation, microphone cord
A dirty broad
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