Hell and Back
Drag On lyrics
Drag On lyrics
"My First Child Lyrics"
[Drag-On]
That's my first child, my first born man
I did this I created this
Ain't no time for being a savage I gotta push a carriage
but some rapped in soft fabric this is deeper than marriage
chip off your old block, your chip off your old pops
but you to young to hear my storys bout how I sold rock
but just yesterday I cut your umbilical chords
doctor said you had several purports I guess you shook it off
bless my god my first child my first born
I feel so rebirth like this my first song
I held you helpless, I couldnt help it
how could a nigga abandon his child?
I could never be selfish
Sometimes I feed him too much, throw up on his bib
I just gave birth to another one of God's kids
Deep in the corners of my mind And through the windows of my heart Has a picture of your face And when I feel like hope is gone Thats when you take me in your arms (Arms) And you chase my fears away And no one else can make me feel this way (No one but you) And I'm so thankful that I want to say [Chorus] Cause you are
I love his baby smell, his baby size clothes, his eyes open, my eyes froze
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My first child
With open arms I spread my wings to give you life
My first child
I never let you go, life without you here with me I never be the same
[Drag-On]
I watched you get a little older, gettin up out your stroller
Carried you over my shoulders, you my little soldier
And I love you some more
It's never the same, first time you walk you fell on the floor
Circus score
First words now whats my name? "DADA"
And you almost look the same as "DADA"
I could never be mad dat, infact I'm glad dat
you know your Dad Dad and where your Daddy at
Cause when I
Slaughterday (The Heathen Blood Of Ours) Lyrics
It was a stormy night of winter, the wind was cold and the moon was full The warriors of the tyrant's army attacked the village and slaughtered our mothers, fathers, wives and sons In the silence of our decimate tribe, we were alive; The brothers were alive Our memories were on fire under the seal of Maganst "Earth, drink our tears of blood:<
was your age son I hever had thatIt was a stormy night of winter, the wind was cold and the moon was full The warriors of the tyrant's army attacked the village and slaughtered our mothers, fathers, wives and sons In the silence of our decimate tribe, we were alive; The brothers were alive Our memories were on fire under the seal of Maganst "Earth, drink our tears of blood:<
I'ma be there for my little nigga, you just a little nigga
old enough to get potty trained no more dypers changed
I named him El Kwan so he could have a righteous name
and know who Allah be, and eat Halal Salami
And know how to salaam me, wa-alaikum as-salaam
Know who my babysitter I take him straight to my moms
Love it when I pick him up he come straight to my arms
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[Drag-on]
The first day of school I tought him respect so he had a little manners
So he pledge allegiance before he sung the star spangled banner
Walk with a bop, just like his pops
He wore his cap to the back cuz he seen his Dad do that
Musta had his ear to the door cause he heard his mom's
Butterball Lyrics
Can I take you to the movies? I will buy you popcorn and candy. They will make you fat and ugly, So no other boy will look your way And you'll be mine all mine every single day My little butterball wouldn't go anywhere, without her man Take her to the bar and she's ignored And if she weren't so god damned pretty, She'd be mine
moanCan I take you to the movies? I will buy you popcorn and candy. They will make you fat and ugly, So no other boy will look your way And you'll be mine all mine every single day My little butterball wouldn't go anywhere, without her man Take her to the bar and she's ignored And if she weren't so god damned pretty, She'd be mine
Cause the first day he got the keys to the crib he brung a chick home
Okay time for the talk, you know what these is for?
Life support and I placed about 4 in your drawer
So what ever you do boy, jus don't go raw
Whenever you need some more just come knock on your pops door
Cause you know I got 'em
I raised him, I dressed him
He dress himself now Allah blessed him he study Allah lessons
And I pray that the streets don't arrest him
His friends are pass him a spike lee joint
But I'll pass him the message
Sometimes I think like did I do right or did I do wrong?
Cause I made her have an abortion, now I wish that he was born
Because he would have been my first child, my first born
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