[Intro]

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
Dear Mom
Alana's is in her second trimester
Stressed out, cos' I'm gone
She actin' all extra
But happy cause she knows it's a girl
But we're doubtful if we should bring another one in the world
The pics you sent with you and the kids are the bomb
I'm keepin all my photos in my 23rd Psalm
My best friend Armani lost her arm at the border
Just tryin to restore a little peace and order, and it's
Strange because she reads the Qu'ran
Torn between what side she needs to be on
Haven't slept for days
I squeeze Visine
Cause no man's eyes should see what I've seen
Soldiers lost their mind
Robbin', pillagin'
Tomahawk missiles in civilian villages
And they ease the pain with narcotics
I'm scared but I'm trying to remain patriotic

[Hook: Justin Timberlake]
My Father
Forgive us cause we know not what we're doin'
And my brothers
How we gonna tie up all these loose ends?
And my mother
Tryin' to use that thing you taught me to keep it movin
And my brothers & sisters
How we gonna tie up all these loose ends?
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