Слова:
Million Dead Father My Father

Father my father, well what have you left for me? What am I to make of this convoluted legacy? You raised me, ingrained me Led me to believe that the

even my shadow's jealous? My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs Though my songs come

problems of today get on my knees and pray, I cry and say if I die today please take my soul away make a brighter day for Lil ???, that be my son

wrong before Now we ain't hurt no more You can bring me the bill, I'll sign my name Now we're flyin' private planes and such Lookin' like a million

I'm switching up my bricks like my kicks with my lay Rule number one, never keep them bricks where you stay [Rick Ross] All my women photogenic they

Beautiful lands are took away from my opticle Its not that I'm afraid of death but afraid of the thought of my people laid to rest They saying there is 6 million

my children one shot they disappearin' Ain't no kings in this rap thing they siblings Nothin' but my children one shot they disappearin' Bitch niggaz still wanna check my

my eyelids and burning my face away Dying felt so goddamn good today We dance the electric Pagan Love Song We hunt with the children paling in the catacombs Eating dead

dawn, with Marcel and St. John Strong men belittled by doubt I couldn't tell her what my private thoughts were But she had some way of finding them out He took dead