Vertaling: Wedding Present, die. Elke ma se seun.
this war is won You say no sacrifice too great But every soldier is a mother's son Every soldier is a mother's son Every soldier is a mother's son
who they are No man has got it made If he thinks he does, he's wrong (chorus) Every mother's son better hear what I say Every mother's son will
Like every mother's son When I saw my life had begun I wanted to be someone Like my brother and my one and only father And like every mother's son I
who they are No man has got it made If he thinks he does, he's wrong (chorus) Every mother's son better hear what I say Every mother's son will rise
After this war is won You say no sacrifice too great But every soldier is a mother's son Every soldier is a mother's son Every soldier is a mother's son
Like every mother's son When I saw my life had begun I wanted to be someone Like my brother and my one and only father And like every mother's son
and sky Tomorrow is my friend, my one and only friend We travel on together searching for the end I'm a traveling soul and every mother's son Although
mother back A woman's got a choice A little boy means strife and joy In sickness and in health A man's got to have his mother back A woman's got herself
it down Let's burn the roof, and then we'll do it again Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, let's do it And do it and do it, let's live it up And
She is just a girl who claims that I am the one But the kid is not my son She says I am the one, but the kid?s not my son, not my son
I was born in New Jersey, I said it before But I guess nobody heard me, my mother died young No sistas or brothas, I was the only son When I was twelve
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's Stunna
t spit (Haawk) And they can't handle it like a man And that's when it just happens And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't rap is
like a prodigal son Read the big sign at the airport Bienvenue from hell, mon amour It's your destination It's your destination When you learn your lesson Come back like a prodigal son
Legendary asylum, Black Star shining Bedford-Stuyvesant isn't Strivers Flatbush blazing like it's smoke of the prophet And it's constant, my mother