Lyrics:
Child
Did you figure it out?
Did you figure it out?
Did you figure it out?
Did you figure it out what this song is about?
Did you figure it out?
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What good is being religious when
You're just a shitty person?
This fool went on the Breakfast Club and spit
Some Jesus raps
tidings of joy for every boy and every girl
A child is born
On this holy night
And all the angels sing of the joy he brings with a star so bright
So
Hush child
I don't want to see you cry no more
Look up to the sky no more
Wondering "Oh why oh Lord?"
Like what the hell is going on?
And I said hush boy
me RED
Cause this fire inside
Will combust out of me
And I don't want you to be like me
So child spread your wings
And fly free
And I don't want you
cheery wholesome feels
Where choirs cry and reindeer fly so high
Oh, babe
This is Christmas time
A child's tongue is overrun
In celebrations, adoration
the streets burning, this is a street sermon
That's what it is dummy, you niggaz chasing honey
We out here chasing money, jacked by G and running
That's
the streets burning, this is a street sermon
That's what it is dummy, you niggaz chasing honey
We out here chasing money, jacked by G and running
That's
You think that I don't feel love
But what I feel for you is real love
In other's eyes I see reflected
A hurt, scorned, rejected
Love child, never
play, Chris Childs play, this is grown man rap
Posted by the bar holding a scotch
Don't know what time it is, you got too much gold on your watch
what you holdin'?!
You'll be foldin', fuckin' with Swollen
Queens get jacked by the king of spades
Buc Fifty, Mad Child, Prev Won, poker face
This kind of shit makes me wonder, wonder
(Mama why it gotta be like this, mama why it gotta be like this)
(what is freedom? what is freedom?)
This
crawl and hit rock 'n' roller
I'm caught in the swinging, hear no ties by the Pendulum
Just ???, so this is how I'm killing them
K is on the M.P., Jazz is
You think that I don't feel love,
What I feel for you is real love.
In other's eyes I see reflected a hurt, scorned, rejected.
Love Child, never
this fly
Once a man, twice a child
From mama's boy to preschool to college to now employed
Now you on, got your first crib, she's having your
expense does it not?
Oh but you know
This was never more than in your heart
And you corrupted light
My child this is art
What sins of confession
Have you
on low-rider bikes
Cat named Russel Simmons got blessed in Good Night
You done fucked up like cripwalkin by Suge Knight
"That's what happens when you reach
Chorus
[Verse 2]
What a world what a world that we live in
People try to steal your babies and drugs is what is given
To a child by a child it's the style
him sooo yeah
Drive-by
He chose what was best for his child's life
He got hit twice ain't see it comin now he fly high
Caught lackin down bad left his
what they be asking us
White Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up
Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting up
Live it up, hold
nobody knows what shape he takes this stage I'm on gets repossesed by vigilantes acting bored the mindless fan wants my dress and I can't tell which one is
Just for the child stopped by
Dear child...
I wish you a merry Christmas
All your dreams should be fulfilled
Let me give you this present
To see what's
never let you go
I will never, could never let you go
Cause' you are my child
Don't you understand
I am, the Great I am
And everything you need it is
is on fire getting high higher Gypsy child
All this pressure All this pain keep my game tight fuck the fame
All this pressure all this pain
Mercy
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