Lyrics:
My Fathers Garden

the first out the hood to get rich *** still here It's big paper in the prime of my life my *** We take it off ya' shoulder, broad daylight my *** It

no ass, you ain't got shit Motherfucker I'm ill, not sick And I'm o.k., but my watch sick Yeah my drop sick Yeah my glock sick Am I not thick? I'm it

While we trying to make sense of this Heavenly father, help us see through these problems And put those that left, accept them into your garden So, here's my

had changed So he went for a walk in the high street Took his coat off and rolled up his sleeves He thought of his father and his father before him

prays, "Sleep tight, my child, sleep well For I'll be at your side That no shadow, no darkness, no tolling bell, Shall pierce your dreams this night" In the garden

and I An angel from the lost, spite headband, marked dead man Innermost thoughts locked, dangling from a cross The hotter the heart, the harder, wrapped up Crucified with my chest up, felt forsaken by the Father

on slave ships They stripped us naked, while they wives picked they favourite Lives were wasted, in the hands of the hated Driven from the garden [garden

lay on my breast, You could make me believe with your lying tongue That the sun rose in the west. Go home, go home, to your father's garden Go home

this lonely pier, where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico When I was young my eyes were wise, my father