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Of The Son Eyes To God

The Eyes Of God And What I See Is Not What Was Meant To Be Mine Are The Eyes Of God Mine Are The Eyes Mine Are The Eyes Of God Down The Road To Betrayal

the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. June 16, 1971 Mama gave birth to a hell raisin' heavanly son

raise us) [Verse 3: Tupac] Now Would she remain in the same spot? The gunshots rang, they came from the cane spot Now look here I see her clutching her son

Police Dispatcher .. He's headed out a window The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running

wasn?t a plan B He predestined to save, a portion of humanity Through his own son, for his own glory Through his son?s blood, said he was praying for us That our eyes

lackluster, memoirs of the black hustler Condos, Beemers, bomb hoes, coke bags, toe tags, John Does Fiends skits them into the plane of day, as plain as day It's hard to reach, to smell God

to me, they burn me, they turn me (they turn meee!) Into an animal! - They flipped son, they burn me (they burn meee!) To the first degree; me son, they

homeboy's momma cool but she smoke crack Now getting high is how she bring her son back Imagine that so many kids are living this One day my son will

him like a son. This is perfection at its best. His eyes know no fear and the ultimate truth. A god of war who does not know his purpose. A god of war