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Papa did the best a man could do

A child's reality is paid for by his folks
Fancy fairy tales are bought and sold by those
Who can well afford time
on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
I was born to love the beat
I was made for rock and roll

I thought it was a fad, thought that it would pass
But
on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
I was born to love the beat I was made for rock and roll

I thought it was a fad, thought that it would pass
But
For as long as I can remember I have wanted to
Silence every beating heart; every sound of breathing
Now there is something inside of me that aches
Do you remember rose mcguire
Her hair was red as fire
A child of the carolinas
She was a blue eyed streak of wild
But she fell for the smile
on the gas
A thousand soldiers will soon be gone
Plowing through the land to annihilate for peace
Another war child is spawned
Sowing seeds of destruction
I am young, but I remember
It was not so long ago
In a line so bright and shiny
This is how the story goes
In the kingdom, there was chaos
you see the reality?
Do you remember a time like this?
Or is it locked away in your subconsciousness?

As a child, I heard ghostly calls
Striping
told us how to conquer it all
Beck and call
These children have nothing at all
Listening hard
For the voice of the child
I thought I heard
An alarm bell
For unto us, a child is born
Unto us, a Son is given
Unto us, a sweet child is born
I wish I could've been there

About two thousand years had
Distracted by their faith, ignoring every proof

A bicycle
A garden wall
A mother's call
A love is born
And after all, the sleet that falls on me

In
For unto us, a child is born
Unto us, a Son is given
Unto us, a sweet child is born
I wish I could've been there 
About two thousand years had
for you 
Across the fields of rage and yearning 
With power in my hand 
I will return, I will return 

Once we had beauty our Sun blazcd in passion
That voice in my mind taught me one lesson
I was born to be wild, and only suckers be fessin
I knew I had a purpose since the days of a child
I was (born
with the thugs
The world is in here cause expressions under hair
I love my peers
You for a black jam makes you for a black man
A kid I didn’t know
back
To an almighty crack to my dismay
I cast away into the blue

Then I was born a human baby, many years ago
I remember I was born unto a lady,
through the night

Why do I think I'm dying sometimes in my dreams
I see myself a child running through the trees
Searching for myself, looking for my
Stare into the embers on the first of November
And remember you were born a true son of Virginia

I was thrown to the ground as my world broke asunder
Where I could have done something more
Yes I remember the days in my life
Where I could have done something more
There is never a day that goes by
That's
there is life there is hope
Whispering hope oh, how welcome Thy voice
Bathing my heart in it's sorrow rejoice Whispering Hope
you ashamed of bein black?"
(Nothin' but love for you my sister)
Might even know how hard it is (no doubt)
Bein' a woman, a black woman at that? (no
I will dream of Africa
Joy to the children, let freedom ring
My heart beats strong for Africa
Child of creation, the song of a nation is calling us
to the voice inside
That speaks of love, don't compromise
Realise time is passin' by
There are mountains to climb,
We can't be standing still

Churches are
Cold
Lying in my bed
Staring into darkness

Lost
I hear footsteps overhead
And my thoughts return
Again

Like a child who's run away
tell you

[Verse 2: The Game]
They say every time somebody die a child is born
So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son
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