We're the sons and daughters of the poor man, the middle class man, forced down to serve by the rich man's hand. This is the perspective of a poor dead
: We're the sons and daughters of the poor man, the middle class man, forced down to serve by the rich man's hand. This is the perspective of a poor
repeat 2nd verse) For mankind so hated the world That it gave all it’s begotten sons and daughters That whoever believed the lie To perish and receive
ain't as half as bad As they paint it to be If all the sons If all the daughters Stopped to take it in Well hopefully the hate subsides and the love
was a father a father who left his sons too soon and made life a little harder two sons who found strength in his words? words and stories taught from
and Pac I fear for that Take this lambo and put six holes in it Shatter the glass and leave my body exposed in it Lift the doors up and let all my demons
might see em round the city and won't even say wassup when n-ggas play tough, wont even smile in mirrors and we learn to f-ck hoes off trial and error
money You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin And countin my blessings And pray for
As they hear me, enhancin East and West, overseas, brothers and sisters Sons and daughters transcended all borders I deal with mind expansion Anytime you aimlessly dancin, and
the final chapter The ancetral lineage built pyramids Americas first immigrant The Kings sons and daughters from Nile waters The first architect, the first philosophers, astronomers The first prophets and
study hard and save the party for the holidays Diplomatic with dem Diploma And them bound fi great Because dem nah pick up no matic and a perpetrate
and save the party for the holidays Diplomatic with dem Diploma And them bound fi great Because dem nah pick up no matic and a perpetrate And then I love
blasting site Chickens come home to roost and find dead buzzards Layin next to the head of cousins, sisters and brothers Fathers and mothers, daughters and sons
Mothers know fathers Sons know they daughters They blood thicka then water If one had fifty cents they?d both have a quarter That only makes sense, adjusting levels and
in a summera??s breeze And it keeps callin me So I'm singing another verse,?? Ia??ll sing it again And Ia??m playing, bells start ringin again And Ia
And the word was and the word is And the word will be And the word was and the word is And the word will be And the word was and the word is And the
