better way 'Cause on my own is a better way A lot of mothers they just don't understand They just don't understand They think we're hard on our sons
better pretend Aint got no time for stoppin aint no catchin your wind Ya baby mammas on the porch tellin her daughters "come in" Got fathers grabbin sons
face mad, team gritty Honk your horn twice if your missies lookin' pretty Well, if you run wit your niggas, then I walk with my killas Mo you will never
around Got a lot of shit to pop two things when it drop Muthafuckas gonna cop and niggas will get shot But this is just for the record, though Niggas will
[Amanda Diva:] These words are written in blood, on red and white lines Rhymes to the beat of a war drum that cries Like mothers whose sons were sent
higher and the hawks stayed out of view Then the generals said, "We don't want our boys dead Your sons and your husbands will be comin' back heroes soon
So you want to be free and live your life the way you want to be Will you give if we cry? Oh, Lord, will we live or will we die? Will we die? Jaded hearts
point Where solar sons decline Deserting thrones of stellar winds divine Dusk - Dawn Twilight aureates Balance breeds hostility Contentation will throw
proudest men forget their pride They cry in pain immense Praying to be spared But your god seems not to care Mothers, daughters, fathers, sons All are
(A mother dies leaving her young son to come to terms with the loss. In remembrance of Fiona Chappel, for her sons Tyler and Oliver.) I was barely 13
sixteen And found work together in the fields of the San Joaquin They left their homes and family Their father said "My sons one thing you will learn
years rivals share their blood Sailor sworn to secrecy Ride the waves and stem the flood The tides of endless enmity Power now is all the rage Sons
the sky and hope to God aint acting unfamiliar you play whatever cards he deal no matter how peculiar they tell me that its God's will, I'm asking God will
fields My sons follow me now is the time to fight I'll show you a way stained of blood to the glory By the will of our King We will fight until
em go So we go, portfolio dolio Dodio doe, sons of the flow Portfolio dolio Dodio doe, sons of the flow Some say we're the sons of the preacher Some says we're the sons
at me and you and you And hate has had it's run We can't eat these guns A new game has begun We will not kill our sons Love and light has won Oh oh oh
hospital cryin', askin God, why I'm mashin', my car movin' as fast as my mind This is not happenin' to me My homie will not and I repeat will not flat
don't intend to keep. Inferno rise up, but my beliefs, the miracle on earth, Some will experience, all will see. I appear in locations, (where) carefully