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all my love - marco polo lyrics

[hook]
until death do us
for better or worse
unconditional
i give it to you

[verse 1]
father was white, momma was black
call it mulatto, such a heavy cross to bear on your back
raised on a different side of the tracks
i felt ashamed to the point i tried to hide it, in fact
shivering, face frost bit, out in this cold world
pops bounced like a ball, left me with old girl
was i cursed or special, is this god’s way to test you
interracial, inner demons, we wrestle
you know my father donated the sperm
and wasn’t concerned about us, i believe deadbeat was the term
but i ain’t miss him, i ain’t hug him, i ain’t kiss him
just me and momma, that was tradition
never could fill a hole in my heart that was missin’
never seen a ball game together, never went fishin’
nah, momma played both roles
and did what ever she had to do to make ends meet
whether it’s wash floors or sew clothes

[hook]

dad disgraced me, the streets embraced me
the marijuana superb, the cocaine tasty
i kept the fire on the fryer like a fire alarm
hotter than an iron on, leave you n-ggas lyin’ on
the pavement, i don’t want to hear that peace talk
you better save it, get your white flag out and wave it
‘cause i’m the judge, jury, bailiff, and the mortician
similar to any magician, the four-fifths lip and
your bad diss like a bad transmission
operate with precision of a surgeon’s incision
satan set me in a black fate and
that n-gga’s so impatient, you can’t keep death waitin’
i eat meat, i’m a carnivore
no chicken, just beef, if you want a war
it’s been on, it’s been on before
and though i’m sick of this b-tch, i still love the wh0r-
and that’s what it is

[hook]

[verse 3]
the one thing that saved me in the ‘80s: i was a hip hop baby
ten years before the b-tch went crazy
when jaz-o put a n-gga on in the game named jay-z
the music never ceased to amaze me
now i got my own kids following in my footsteps
all i want to do is protect ‘em before the hood gets
control of ‘em or the gangsta bravado grabs a hold of ‘em
or the devil toast their soul in a old oven
because when push comes to shove, and i love ‘em
can i protect ‘em from dying from a death too sudden
i don’t know

[hook]

- marco polo lyrics

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