Lyrics:
children
Their problems still with love I share,
I'd brave life's storm, defy the tempest
To bring them home from anywhere
I lived my life my love I gave
brings it home)
Let's do it, up and, keep it on
We built a foundation, brick by brick
Eye for an eye, keep your eyes on this
The shadows move in
bones with stones and sticks
I predict non-stop conflict, I'm getting hated on by some pricks
These haters need to read my lips, y'all suck more dick than
A short stop
To let Shelton teach
Now I sit at home wishing I could go
Bring a few friends
Enjoy a melodic show
Pack it hit the road
Camping with my Solo
means to me, it cost me everything. It costs me my home. As a teenager, it fractured my most important relationships. It nearly killed me more than once,
Playing to the tide
Come on along or go alone
He's come to take his children home
Come hear uncle john's band
(brother)
By the riverside
(ain't no
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
music that kept me whole
Sun beatin' down through the trees, gets so hot bring a workin' man to his knees
Part of my heart, part of my soul, part
The Beast will make off with your children
He'll come after them in the night
No
We're not safe 'til his head is mounted on my wall
I say we kill
pocket
Society is your parent
I'm not one of your children
I was picked out my father
Cuz I'm one of his chosen
They call me a maverick
Yea home boy, I'm
who did.
Many centuries ago, St Augustine - the saint of my church - wrote that a people was a multitude defined by the common objects of their love.
And the stones in the road
Shone like diamonds in the dust
And then a voice called to us
To make our way back home
When I was ten my father held me
On his
the road
We played like marbles in the dust
Until a voice called for us
To make our way back home
The stones in the road
When I was ten, my father
high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my what? My high
Please don't fuck up my high, my
Yeah, don't bring me down (down)
Bring me
of home
To much stress now on crack now the streets she roams
Crack baby children forced to find a family
So they join a gang to be accepted by the majority
Why you fucking around behind my back?
While I'm home raising my children
Feel like a single mother even though a ring up on it
Supposed to be like
Sign the lease.
He's a supersonic scientist,
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man.
Look, look into my mouth he cries,
And all the children
but I don't make sense
Cause one day it's put the knives down
Or put the peace signs up
The next day I'm at your home instead
All for my pride
Dear Mr. President
I write to you because the world that we livin' in
Bring the troops home from war that we'll never win
Surviving poverty, my
of gold as a talisman.
Get up to the roundhouse on the cliff-top standing.
Take women and children and bed them down.
Bring me my broadsword and clear
that ni**a heartless, group homes, ni**a never had no fosters
'Cause who taking home the little black kid, poor thing, his momma is a crackhead
So
But somebody new isn't you
And that is just something that I
Cannot bring myself to do
I know I messed it up by being myself again
But this ain't how
Lyrically get out my way, protein the beats radish
Roll the weed LB the police smell me
High profile, sweet, bring them hoes to the tele Nah
Bitches fuck
children are beautiful
Say hey now, hey now, now
Hey now, hey now
Baby girl you're my life
It's important that you smile
And never cry
(Don't never
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