Teksty:
Son House Death Letter

I got a letter this mornin, how do you reckon it read? It said, "Hurry, hurry, yeah, your love is dead" I got a letter this mornin, I say how do you reckon

you're gonna tell that the war is won and what's done is done, an all-good _Son of a Bush_ I've been there before, "got a letter from government" Slid

of places And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face When I gave her the keys to her own house This your land, your only son done became

You lied to me... [Fred Casely] That's right, sweetheart. That's right. [Roxie Hart] You son of a bitch... (shoot) Son of a bitch! You son of a bitch

ass, keep your eyes on the floor What you comin here for, son you know the law Let's take it back to the house, slide off your blouse Lift up your skirt

but I still gotta be certain. I heard they shotting work in the crack house in the block, The flat, without the curtain. Can we go hurt them? Firebomb the letter

been going on since you been gone I just thought it was time for me to sit down and write you a letter You know what I am sayin, a letter from the heart

clapper son End of the first verse, chapter one Word Shit is real in the field Thug love story [G. Luciano] So here I am Laid up in this lavish house

nigga's house on some pety crime shit, boy we was not playin' on occassion, I still check ya, brotha 'tll the end Black, and bone crazy ass reading ya letters