Lyrics:
gonna run, take my children's hand
We are leaving this nightmare as fast as we can
I don't even know, in which direction I should go
But I'm sure its
children
We don't ever have to worry
Through this world of trouble
We gotta love one another
Let us take our fellow man by the hand
Try to help him
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
When I'm called home
I will bring a book
That tells of strange and funny turns
And of the heart it took
To keep on living in a world
That never
to exaggeration
But the truth lies in my frustration
The children of the night, they all pass me by
Have to drench myself in brandy
In sleep I'll hide
But
a fighter, but a fighter wasn't at all what i desired
But a father who cared for and tended to the children that he had sired
At night my mom and dad were
peace
Love and peace
Bring us peace
For many years.
I thought you were my friend
But you blocked me
On Instagram
Even when you only reply to me
But our
of a mask
So I broke by the truth, and I cried
I cried for the children
Captive by priests
The pouring down rain, the flowers of pain
I cried for the women
a dispensary. It's okay. Get them some mushrooms. Let them hallucinate. They're nice children. Bring them over to the brewery. Let 'em get a 16 ounce lager with
to a nightmare
Martin Luther the King
Without a queen, nah mean?
By any means, yaddadimean?
In the coupe, my Miss Coretta Scott thing
And I swear I had a dream, I
was she kept it
Momma never at home
Tryna bring them stacks home
This sound like a bad poem
Another corny ass rap song
Don't trust nobody with her
a boy, I couldn't wait to leave this place
But now I wanna see my children raised down home
Down home
Folks know if they're falling on hard times
They
dry
Dry
Dry
Dry
My fire is low
My river's running dry
Dry
Dry
Dry
So bring me back
Bring me back
Bring me back
Bring me home to you
Bring me back
Bring
body you, then go home and be Superdad!
How could Glu’ be mad? This is my tourney
Y’all witnessin’ my journey, to kill a rookie
I’ll steal this pussy
impatient, man
Can't wait to bring that bread out (Woo)
Rodeo drive, Lambo, Gucci sped out
(Damn, skrrt) i'm in my blue coupe
Can't wait to bring the red out
wants you too
They say the train to my future just passed by
Well am not damn to believe that a flat lie
It's your life don't get strangled by your neck
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
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down
For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it
Yo, in the housing,
somebody come and bring me home
Lost on an island no one knows
Where the sun is hot and the jungle grows
There's a monkey in the tree and he's wearing my
bring up my name if a killing involved
These niggas be 12, but be breaking the law
Nigga diss me and we went in his jaw
Went in his pocket and went in
don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle
and E
By the time we said F it, lost all beliefs
Bring me home, home, home
Bring me home, home, home
Bring me home, home, home
Bring me home, home, home
and E
By the time we said F it, lost all beliefs
Bring me home, home, home
Bring me home, home, home
Bring me home, home, home
Bring me home, home, home
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