beast attacks The sons and the fathers will be free at last This is love and not treason This is love and not treason This is love and not treason This
even if his father was around He would have turned to rap he loved music, he loved rap At a point in my sons life he developed paranoia About death and
if his father was around he would have turned to rap he loved music he loved rap at a point in my sons life he developed paranoia about death and
planet for 25 years and still strong the worlds rotten like the veins in my fathers arm I remain calm, study Isalm, read the Torah world goin in flames like Sodom and
Kam had four sons, one was named Canaan Here, let me do some explaining Abraham was the father of Isaac Isaac was the father of Jacob Jacob had twelve sons for real And
'm a Sing-Sing killer gun groove captain Brooklyn home of the original gun clappin' Gats get brung, niggas get done Sons lose fathers and mothers lose sons
And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin' Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land Don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and
but the thought of you I went wandering I went drifting through the capitals of tin Where men can't walk or freely talk And sons turn their fathers
and slice you Buck fifty face stupid and say but run Nike swoop Who the fuck you think, let y'all wild niggas in Allowed you to put down ya guns and
life is so hit and miss Cry for me? never just have a ball wit each other Cause that's what i had thanks goes out to my father and mother And i love you
time we have a father to son nigga sit down Sit down let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sons How they grew to be men and father they sons Father they
it tight And most of all.. We thank God [Eightball] For my three sons, for my mom For waking me up and breathing air into my lungs For health and wealth and
are the ones to grow up By the law of the street Living between hugs and blows) Down on a half darkened street Fathers' and sons' lives repeat And something
, recieved, and as we headed to a close We looked to the Heavens and it started to snow down blessings Woman:Father of the fatherless Be with your sons and
't livin' til You choose to give) Father of the fatherless Be with your sons and daughters this Christmas Let Heaven and nature sing Let Heaven and nature sing Father
only Son To make a wretch His treasure How great the pain of searing loss The Father turns His face away As wounds which mar the Chosen One Bring many sons
the lamb And they said, "Daddy, Daddy, what will we see there? There's so much that we don't understand" And so I told them of Moses and father Abraham
Few of the sins of the father Are visited upon the son Hearts have been hard Hands have been clenched into fists too long Our sons need never be soldiers