Since we all came from a women, got our name from a women, and our game from a women. I wonder why we take from women, why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think its time we killed for our women, be real to our women, try to heal our women, cus if we dont we'll have a race of babies that will hate the ladies, who make the babies. And since a man can't make one he has no right to tell a women when and where to create one
Dear Mama, don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good, Tell the homies I'm in heaven, and they ain't got hoods. Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook, Drippin' peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke.
Time to heal our women, be real to our women. And if we don't, then we'll have a race of babies, that hate the ladies that make the babies.
I heard a rumor I died, Murdered in cold blood dramatized, Pictures of me in my final state, You know mama cried, But that was fiction, Some coward got the story twisted, Like I no longer existed, Mysteriously missin', I'm known worldwide baby, I ain't hard to find.
It makes me unhappy when brothers make babies and leave a young mother to be a pappy.
Now the baby's in the trash heap balling.
Dear mama, yo baby boys doing fine tell the homies I'm in heaven and they aint got hoods.
Now don't you ever tell a lie just confide in me Would you die 4 me? Tell me baby would you ride 4 me?
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