Lyrics:
who is my master/
By definition a Bastard so is my existence set in stone oh that’s laughter/
God doesn’t speak to me or he is whispering but it’s hard
Solomon the Son
Don't let em
Lead the children astray
Teach em God commandments diligently
And when you sit down inside you house
Live by the words that
Solomon the Son
Don't let em
Lead the children astray
Teach em God commandments diligently
And when you sit down inside you house
Live by the words that
lies, to our children
Telling lies, to our babies
Only truth, can take us...
Verse 2:
I don't want no computer chip in my arm
I don't want to die by
about it but the
God knows that all I need is one mic
I'll tell you all about it
The women and children imprisoned
By scars but all I need is one mic
precious little dream
Of my little boy
God, after all this time
Why can't you give it up?
Oh no, you not gonna turn this on me
I know I'm a good mama!
(I'm blind)
But it's by design
(Yeah)
I walk with God
I walk with God
I walk with God
I walk with God
I live my life
(My life)
And don't think twice
ought to be
Young Billy Brown he took a trip to keep his country free
We're all proud of what he done for the good old USA
But somewhere there's a mighty
grows on here
Blackheath
Only children play
Blackheath intro 1:50
(Dave Hill-Mal Spooner)
(Intersong/Warner Chappel)
If I believed in all I've read
I remember when we were children playing in the fields, I loved you truly even then and you know I always will. Climbin' over creek banks down by
[Chorus:]
This is the Chance -You Need 2 Jump Back (Jump Back!)
We got the Truth You Know You Want That (Want That!)
All The Confusion You Can Dump
?
Where's God, when shxt goes down?I wanna know,
Where's God? (pitiful that)
Where's God?
Where's God, when shxt goes down? (it ain't right)
Are we all
CHINESE CHILDREN
If I lived in China,
I'd have some Chinese children
If I lived in China,
I'd have some Chinese children
Well
LITTLE BOYS
I was a teenager and the conflict between my dreams and my parents' reality, which is a conflict a lot of children of immigrants faced, showed up all
Some say they done cut whisky out, but you can have a little wine
Most everybody gets on a drunk by drinkin' this ol' moonshine
Now, God don't like
And God send you a Happy New Year!
Oh, sisters two
How may we do
For to preserve this day?
This poor youngling
For whom we sing
By-by lully lullay
We are
growin' all up in the ghetto
Now I'm a weed fiend jettin' to Palmetto
In Medina, yo, no doubt, the God got crazy clout
Pushin' the big joint from down
whispering
Of how it all began
For the children of Wodan
Three were the brothers, three were the gods
In a world of giants, conspiring how to turn the odds
and honest
If we gonna talk about gotta good amount topics
They try making it look clean by sweeping it under the carpet
Accomplished monsters and goblins
and hard on the farm, with animals, crops, and farm tools; and you have done all that you can do in life, at some point, God is going to call you home to be
get love all thru my city Brooklyn queens the Bronx Nd Harlem
They said Billy bands you be actin differnt
560 Maybach edition
I get nervous I'm just
Yeah
My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime
Higher than average
Lot of cabbage
Thank God I never abide by the established
we want you to come and live with
us and help us raise our children
The years went on by
I wish I had a praying church
And that the children grew up
'em all wondering how, so
On the down low, haters drown slow
On the down low, haters drown slow
Oh God, my God, we got it all right
Oh God, my God, we
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