Lyrics:
were fuckin’
But by then you don’t want ‘em
Ain’t it crazy, ain’t it something
Now the court tells you when you can see your babies
All because you hurt
now we're children of the King
The favored sons and daughters, saved by the blood of Jesus
So tell me death, where is your vict'ry and tell me grave
now we're children of the King
The favored sons and daughters, saved by the blood of Jesus
So tell me death, where is your vict'ry and tell me grave
but think I'm in love with the host
Glove on the toast, this for all my cousins and folks
Bloods and my locs, they know I'm a thug 'till I croak
This
gotta see me man
When you see me you keep the
Same energy that you had
You know what I'm saying?
I got blood all over me, you know, when
When you niggas
solemn oath, he said, Allah is the witness over what we
Have said
And he said, O my sons, do not enter by one gate, but enter by different gates
And I
Gold plated, Chrome plated, black painted copper
Stay with heavy metals, but I am not a punk rocker
I'm God's son (he God's son), I'm God's son (he
I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder I heard her when she screamed the "Drop"
'Cause her son caught the slug
Relate this to no
a brand, my business can grow
If I'm with daughter but I need some weed, my lil' bitch go pick up the smoke
Most of my niggas was broke
Get it in blood
But if you don't know, uh
Millions on the wall in all my rooms
Niggas couldn't fuck with my daughter's room
Niggas couldn't walk in my daughter's
Wanna show you how much I value what you say
Not only are you loyal, but you're patient with me, babe
Wanna to show you how much I care about your heart
keep track of it no more.
Sons becoming husbands to their mothers,
And old men turning young daughters into whores.
Stripes on your shoulders,
of the righteous one
But the Lord delivers them all
In Christ I have a new life
In Christ I'm no longer bound
I am free
By your blood
I am free
In the name
perpetrate?
All this blood make me regurgitate
Don't let my Bronx niggas move and have to boost up the murder rate
But since we're going here
I'll let you
Wyclef
Who's gonna answer
Where did all these guns come from, tell me, ey
Who's gonna answer
Feeding lies to our daughters and sons
But they will have
look at my blood
My shit is just ooze money
Look, I do this for that
Youngin' on the corner
That hustle all day though he
Never had a daughter he never
hate up on you, the government's never for you
But you can rise all above it, as long as you keep your lovin'
I say this just 'cause I care
And I
looking at this all wrong
You see, yes
It's important to protect our daughters,
But, honestly it's imperative
We teach our sons
To my brothers I hope you're
to prison After living by the gun
I can put my pride aside all her life I’ll protect her
Your daughter never ask for the fucked up cards you delt her.
In Bruton town there lived a farmer
Who had two sons and one daughter dear.
One told his secrets to no other,
but to his brother this he said,
In Bruton town there lived a farmer
Who had two sons and one daughter dear.
One told his secrets to no other,
but to his brother this he said,
hospital
They slaughter our sons and daughters and pray for ceasefire
They think that we'll just forget
No way in hell, we'll hunt you down
Dark skies rain
despite you not loving Him back
He loves you regardless of all the reasons your anxiety proclaims He doesn't
He loves and accepts you as His son and His
When you get,
Run off your block,
By cops,
cnd they're the ones,
Harassing us,
But yet,
You wanna,
Run down on an op,
Truth told,
It sounds like your
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