Lyrics:
yes
If mama don't know now, she can guess
My, my, yes
All day, all night, Marianne
Down by the sea side siftin' sand
Even little children love
yes
If mama don't know now, she can guess
My, my, yes
All day, all night, Marianne
Down by the sea side siftin' sand
Even little children love
something of their childhood remains
and they've felt it before
when the man in their pocket
counted the cost of their material gains
Children say -
whenever I do travel
If to Portugal, England, or Spain
As I do walk by the shipyards and the harbors
I smell the salt, and the bay rum of your ghost again
heat no sleep it was just us children
Cold was unyielding
Back when I didn't quite understand the weapon that I'm wielding
One mans ending is another
(Chorus - repeat 2X)
As time keep passin' us by in my community
Wathcin' the children die
Bitch made police, and the brutality
Prozac and Ritalin,
bladder
Toxic acid children, don't know any other way
It wasn't my bredrin that bunned him
They said, "It must've been"
Man stand tall, man masculine
It is early mornings running in "Peligrosa beach" next to my uncle
It is the fresh juice of orange afterwards
It's the little things, the same man
your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against
Ghood sun, Asiatic
Black man, yes indeed I made it
Tell em yo, what's the motivation
What keep you going
What's your inspiration man
My children are
yes
If mama don't know now, she can guess
My, my, yes
All day, all night, Marianne
Down by the sea side siftin' sand
Even little children love
struck by wicked words and foolish fists of senseless men
the Almighty One does not defend!
I was halfway listening, to what she thinks she knows,
We're
oh)
Innocent little children (Oh oh)
I had this dream when I was fifteen
A man at my house, this scene was obscene
Now my mind's got me seeing some
without a woman
Too many rages have cost you this time
Another man among a hundred children
You're just a child who is lost in time
You're crashing by
Buys a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination, Bangor, Maine
Now children go when I send thee
Uh, now how should I send the law?
I'm gon' send the Killah Priest
Through the Sunz of Man
I'm gon' send in
yes
If mama don't know now, she can guess
My, my, yes
All day, all night, Marianne
Down by the sea side siftin' sand
Even little children love
I am a boy soldier
Look into my eyes
I'm tired and older
Than the dead man by my side
I can take your soul
In a flash and with a smile
And my home,
connection, my main addiction, just to carry out tradition
And use intuition, I stand in this position, staring out the sun, blinded by the man that I've become
and they left behind children
I used their life and it taught me a lesson one by
One keep counting my blessings
Close but so far I got so many scars
Many
back as a special guest by special request
And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again
They may have to wrestle to get it back
the whip, walk him down, we ain't doin' no drive-by
Glock on my hip, they go, fat, fat, I fucked his bitch, got her callin' me papa
Old school drip, no dada
that any public man owes his position to the public
That's what I mean when I say I'm your obedient servant
We must, each day, earn what we own
Buys a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination, Bangor, Maine
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