heard my cry, for mercy he said to me you are my son today i have became your father the moment i thought i was strong became my downfall i was
be where you are Take my hand and I will never give up hope You inhabit my heart 4. Home © Vigoda 1993 I am holding something precious It is mine, but not my
Yoke the joker There are too many overnight MC's but one And too many wacked who haven't paid dues You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit And
sending this letter, I'll mail it today There's so many things I've been wanting to say Your mom sent some pictures and my how you've grown Rock n' roll fathers
your hair right now? Well you know I get it done every week And I need my nails done too Look, I'ma tell you like this I ain't the one, the one to get
-stream. Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state. Another glorious advance for civilisation. One small step for man. One giant step for mankind. For
range Had to move, one to lost my name and pick the number Made me watch my back I had no happy home to run to Maybe it's my fault for being a father
one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One taste of you my Magdalena
gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just
you couldn't make a record and expect to get paid Cause there's too many def rappers in the world today" I said, "yo, my name is m.d. and my
stay away from the crowd In my home, my lighthouse... 101 steps down, round and round New Years Eve, one night on the town Can change one life into eternity
into the blood-stream. Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state. Another glorious advance for civilisation. One small step for man. One giant step
Well you know I get it done every week, and I need my nails done too] Look, I'ma tell you like this [Verse One:] I ain't the one, the one to get played
know I get it done every week, and I need my nails done too) Look, I'ma tell you like this [Verse One:] I ain't the one, the one to get played like
a job you know just be there for my family You see I'm nothing like my pops I see my woman twice a year And one day I'll bring her and my kid up here
sending this letter I'll mail it today There's so many things I've been wanting to say Your mom sent some pictures And my how you've grown Rock n roll fathers
a Had to move, one to lost my name and pick the number Made me watch my back I had no happy home to run to Maybe it's my fault for being a father livin
