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Matt Dusk Every Mothers Son

for every mother?s son A thorn a winter rose, some highs and then some lows That?s the way it?s spun, for every mother?s son Every mother?s son

for every mother's son A thorn a winter rose, some highs and then some lows That's the way it's spun for every mother's son Every mother's son

it I'm a 'matic, nice to the fifth power son and I'm still at it I was about to flip power son 'til I saw a vision, Caz!!! [Chorus: Nas] HEY!! Where