Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns
No rest for the wicked, or the clean purest of sons
All for dough to close the mouths of the hungry sons whom she bestowed her vows
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
Be the king, that was part of my dream
Sons and daughters, thanks for bein
he saved our lives , he rose from death he forages for his sons,
That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions
Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water
Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her
Signed to sons of scotland and i only sent a demo once
That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups
Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice
See my pain through my eyes,
You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration
I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him
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